just call me dr bweeper

[Mazikeen]

So far, the day had been spent rather lazily - she had been practicing a couple of her shifts and had been enjoying being a cat. She was in the middle of preparing her speech for her mother when she needed to justify falling out of this tree after climbing it later when something approached. She even thinks the word ‘something’ because the BWEEP causes her to whip around just in time to see a round shape scurry off. So she chases him. Chases him because he runs before she can get a good look at him, and because she wants to test out this feline form a little bit now that she has abandoned her climbing plan. The noise he had made when he spotted her was just ridiculously adorable and she wants to know if he’ll make it again. What if she presses down on those chubby little sides and gives him a good squeeze? Just enough to see the eyes bulge a little bit, not enough to hurt. Although she’s found that she has the most fun playing in predator shapes, there’s no part of young Maze that wonders what flesh tastes like. So far, anyway. The chase, through the legs of horses and zigzagging all over the place is exhilarating and a laugh that’s half meow escapes Maze in a rush of delight after a particularly close call from a hoof. Eventually though, the chase ends when the funny creature runs into an equine leg. Mazikeen snickers as she slides ungracefully to a stop, hissing when she steps on her own tail in the process.  The horse he had run into gives the pair a quizzical look before moving off - and that’s when the kitten-that-is-Mazikeen lowers herself to the ground - lying her head in her paws as she blinks orange eyes as the odd little creature.  “What are you?”

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