Owen and Scott! I feel a little bad not giving love to smaller streamers, but I sadly don't have a lot of time for streams, so I had to prioritize. I probably won't be able to keep up with anything with any consistency! i think I've watched maybe two streams each lol.
Owen only knew Kitty was there, when he heard them sniffing the back of his helm.
He swung, of course, and caught nothing but air. He expected as much, but it did the job of getting Kitty to leap back in scalded affront, their face twisted into a moue of dissatisfaction.
"What, are you doing here?" he demanded, holding his greatsword in one hand, effortless, while with the other he checked the satchel at his hip for any misplaced items. Every damn moment, of every damn day, he was beset upon by rogues of every kingdom imaginable, trying to pilfer his gods damned pockets.
Owen gave a disgusted growl and cast it away to the floor of the smithy, and Kitty hissed displeasure at him where she had perched atop the storage shelves. He put both hands on his sword now, although he didn't expect any confrontation to turn physical.
Kitty was a nuisance, but so far he had yet to see her draw a blade. At least, not to him. Although the way she was eyeing him now he was curious whether the sharp claws on her hands would sting more, or less than a dagger in the back.
"I brought you food," she said in that blank, proud air, tilting her nose up even further. "You're bad at it."
There was silence, except for the forges gasping along, and the hot air rattling in the mended chimney. "… Bad at what?" Owen finally sighed, when Kitty showed no sign of elaborating.
"Hunting," she said, as if he was stupid.
He wasn't stupid, he was a damned Knight of the Order, he didn't have time to be babysitting the Red Kingdoms local lunatic on a daily basis.
"Right, out," he said, and when Kitty showed no signs of moving, slammed his booted foot into the shoddily constructed shelf to make it teeter wildly.
Yowling, Kitty leapt off, and it was only a moments struggle and a dash around the table in close quarters before he could grab her by the scruff. His greatsword was somehow forgotten in the childish scramble, as Kitty's eyes sparkled, and his own heart thrilled slightly at the danger.
Red Kingdom, in his smithy. That he built himself, with Blue Kingdom stone and iron.
"Why can't I just be here, this is so stupid," Kitty protested, growling and pulling almost to the point of choking at the grip Owen had on her scarf and collar. "I brought you mice! Birds! Fish!"
"… what fish?" Owen asked, already dreading the answer. He already had enough trouble finding the mouse under his pillow last evening, he did not want to find where Kitty had stowed a fish. With his luck, he wouldn't find it until high summer had already liquefied it.
Kitty simply smiled smugly, and then hissed again when Owen shook her.
"Enough, if I find you here again, I'll kill you, got it?" Owen growled, dragging Kitty to the door, and throwing her out like the stray she claimed to be.
She landed lightly on her feet, spinning on the spot to narrow her eyes back at him. Owen warningly rested a hand on his sword, armor creaking, his shoulders filling the doorway. Instead of throwing herself at him in a snit like he thought she might, she instead turned as if he didn't matter at all, and began combing out her hair, and fussing with her scarf.
"Fine, you won't catch me here again," Kitty said, with an air of exasperation. As if they had crossed paths reaching for the same bun at the baker, and weren't part of two warring political factions. As if Owen was the one being unreasonable.