Niavy & Kittens
Niavy padded into the barn, leading her new friend to the kittens. There was a scuffling sound a head, followed by a sharp, rolling 'purr'. A sound made by young kittens at play. Naivy slunk behind a large bale of hay. Seven kittens were running about, stalking and wrestling. Five of them were tan-orange like Niavy and Sassy, with some being darker and some lighter, and some with straight stripes and dots, and others with a more marbled looked. And then there were the two black ones, with speckles and blotches of cream and tan mixed into their fur. One in particular had a face that was half black and half tan; divided in a perfectly straight, horizontal line down her forehead and nose.
"Well, here they are! They've got no names yet, really. You can call them what you want." Niavy sauntered towards the kittens, who paused in their playing and looked up at the big sister in awe and fear.
Wycliff
A red deer hind came mincing towards the barn in the dead of night. Her coat, instead of being reddish, was over 80% white. It didn't do much for hiding her, but the hind didn't seem too interested in keeping out of sight. Boldly, she entered the barn and began to look around. "Any cats here...?" she called out in a sharp whisper, not seeing the felines behind the hale bale.
Bastet
The little princess followed the cat, attempting to keep close. She knew dogs lived here, but it still scared her. But the sight of kittens younger then her took her attention away from worry and onto the little animal. With a soft 'mew' she padded into the group, sitting back as she sniffed any that passed by. She felt big, for the simple fact that she was compared to these kittens. And she liked it.
With the deers voice Bastet froze, the hair on her back rising up.
Wycliff
Spotting the cats at last, Wycliff moved gingerly towards them, dipping her two-toned head down to their level. She couldn't really fit between the hale bales, but she was close enough, "Could one of you catch a rat for me?" she questioned hopefully.
It was probably the last thing any cat would expect from a deer; not that deer have ever come up to the barn in the first place. But Wycliff, unknown to anyone but a good friend of hers, had lived most of her life as a tame, farm-bred animal.
Niavy & Kittens
One kitten, the black one with the full-black face, charged at Bastet. His tail was straight up in the air like a little poker stick, in the manner of very small kittens. And his charge was a straight path, since his coordination wasn't the best yet. The kitten gave a high, rolling-purr as he ran and then collided with Bastet's leg. With a squeak of surprise, the little being sprung back, ready to race away.
Two more kittens approached her, finding her more appealing than their older, abusive sister. One kitten, a pale tan one, instantly went for her tail, trying to catch it up in his paws and chew on it. The other one just came to sniff at the new kitten.
Bastet
The kitten glared at the deer, not because she didn't like the creature, simply because she was much bigger and scared her due to the size. But she tried to focis her attention on th kittens because it seemed Niavy had it under control. Her whip flicked out, keeping just the smallest bit away from the pale tan kittens baby teeth. And as the other came to sniff Bastet tooo sniffd at her, meeting her nose with her own.
Niavy & Kittens
Niavy shrugged, "I'll get a rat, I guess. Strangest thing I've ever heard from a deer though." The cat retorted with a touch of disdain. "Hey, I'll be back pretty soon." She caleld to Bastet, "If they get too bothersome, just jump up to the rafter up there; they can't follow." She then slunk out into the night, heading to a favorite hunting spot.
The pale tan kitten sprung at the tail, ears forward and whole body alert as if her life depended on catching the tail.
The kitten, suddenly getting overly mischievious, swung a paw at Bastet's nose. Her claws were sheathed though, since the little kitten didn't want to make this stranger anger. Another pale-tan kitten watched the scene from a few inches away. Her left eye looked a bit strange, almost deformed. This was one of Niavy's kittens, whom the tabby had conveniently placed in her mother's litter. Now the kitten decided to pipe up, taking on Niavy's attitude, "What's your name?"
Wycliff
Wycliff watched the tabby leave. She then began to nuzzle about at the hay, but did not eat any, for deer did not eat hay like this. Instead, she began to snoop about, looking for water edibles that might be in the barn. "Pretty intersting place here." She observed, just talking outloud.
Bastet
The little kitten let a small laugh come out, the first since she hadarrived. Upon being swung at she quickly returned the gesture, her claws also sheathed so as not to hurt the kitten. As the one spoke up, Bastet let her play go, her whip being caught by the one going after it. "Bastet. My name is Bastet"