The night is still and velvet. As velvet as the black paws padding soundlessly down the hall. Down the hall, round the corner, and through the wall.
Three students are asleep in their annex dorm room. They are new students, the cat can tell, the room does not yet smell fully like them. Being difficult to perceive has made it very perceptible.
A few days ago this room was still empty. It is better now it is filled. That is how it should be.
The cat flicks its tail, willing it into solidity as it curls through the air, and jumps in an elegant arch from the closed door to the middle of the room. The beds are no longer the way the cat left them. In the corner where the first used to stand, now lies a large figure, sleeping on the stone floor. The cat takes an experimental step in his direction, already blurring at the edges. This…this is a firbolg. Large and solid, earthy. He smells like earth and leaves and dreams.
Two cat eyes blink out and into existence. They do not smell like restful dreams. The large figure is fitful. But solid, so solid.
A faint sound stirs in the silence and the cat looks up. There is the missing bed. It is piled atop another one. With a single leap the cat is above the door, perching beside the dormant gargoyle in its plinth. The longer it sits there the more it takes a similar shape, peering down at the resting half-elf on the stack of beds.
Resting, not sleeping, his brown eyes are open, staring mindlessly. That is not at all how things are supposed to be. There is one normal bed, however, and a third student sleeping there.
Lightly, with paws that flicker into nothing for the softest of landings, the cat jumps down. It does not know the smell of water genasi well. But it is a good smell. Like water that does not get one’s paws wet.
The feline eyes peer through the dark. Even in the dull grey light of the barely illuminated light the student’s skin shows its blue-green tint. Scales always gleam to a cat’s eye, regardless of any light for them to catch. How interesting.
The cat glances around, a curious sound curling in its fading body. From the firbolg to the elevated half-elf, to the water genasi.
It is weightless as it jumps up onto the bed and barely displaces the sheets as it curls up on the genasi’s chest.
But it is no longer soundless. It purrs.
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