Catching a wild cat. how hard can that be? They're WILD. not domesticated ones. WILD. and WILD means they're more dangerous-sort of. At least not that so nice...and Heather only sighed. she has to do this, right? Even if it meant getting scratched by the felines. So rolling up her really long sleeves, she went, in search for a cat that had skidded outside of the room. so does that mean she'd have to tour the entire castle in search of one cat and-

Meow

What was that? She had just started to go look for a nice cat to catch, when she heard a faint meow. She turned around, and saw nearby , a kitty. Wait a second, a kitty? Wasn't the place full of cats? WILD cats? Then maybe this is a wild kitten?

she approached the darling little thing, looking rather scared. It hissed at her. She took a step back. It is scared. She knelt on the floor and let out a hand. "Come here, i won't hurt you little fella..." little. she chuckled in her head. She herself was little. Was she going to attempt to catch this little kitty? She moved a bit closer, but the cat did not move. she took another step forward. "Don't worry. I won't hurt you..." Unless if Shaw tells them to, she still wouldn't dare.

finally the cat approached her and Heather felt relieved. "That's a nice wild cat...you're not so small..." in fact, it would be almost Kurumi's cat, Walnut's size...just a bit smaller than that cat. She petted the cat and it was calm at her. perhaps this was not a wild cat, because it was not attacking her? She was about to pick the cat up, but it scratched her hand, and it was now bleeding. In panic because of the bleeding and the pain, Heather yelped out loud a bit and pressed the red scratch on her hand over at her mouth. "That was mean..."she said to the cat as crystal beads formed at her eyes. "I said I'd be nice!" she pouted and watched as the cat narrowed its eyes on her. "Hey. Listen here, you mean cat, you're cute and all, but scratching other people for no reason at all when they're nice to you is mean." it seems the cat had an attitude so Heather had no choice. she stomped her feet, rolled down her sleeves and grabbed the cat. Wow, it was heavy, and causing scratches on her robes. What will she tell her mother about this then? "Stop it!" she told the cat. "STOP IT!" she said a little louder, accompanied by shaking her arms a bit and the cat stopped. in fact, it looked a little shocked then relaxed a bit as Heather carefully adjusted carrying it in her arms. Soon, the cat was purring. Whew. heading back to the room, finally, with a calmer cat.