When one door closes, find an open window (Sammy)

[Kitrana Moore]

Friday.. way early. Way, way early. Way too early for people to be awake. 3:00am, give or take. There were very few lights on around campus, and even fewer people up and about. How boring. What was the point of night vision and napping during the day if this school seemed to have so little night life? Kocher definitely had Hammel beat as far as nocturnal people went. Kit hadn't been able to find any sort of party, she hadn't managed to find anybody doing any sort of recreational drugs.. And she had the nose of a cat. Literally. She would know if anybody was smoking anything... and the best she'd found was tobacco. Ugh. No thanks. This place was boring. Here she was officially enrolled in boredsville, Vermont. It was too late to sneak off to town. Three AM on Saturday morning would work, but on a Friday? Psht.. It was basically Thursday night. Who went out on Thursday nights? ..Er.. Who besides Kit. Oof, at least she wasn't talking outloud, that kinda stung and she was the one who'd thought it.

Regardless, Kit was bored. She had stalked a few people, explored, gotten fairly familiar with the grounds, played catch-and-release with squirrel, found lots of great hiding spots and vantage points.. but none of them were any good when she wasn't running from anything, wasn't chasing anything, and had nothing to sneak off to them with. Gah. That squirrel had been pretty dang quick, though.. and clawing her way up buildings did burn a lot of energy.. So at least a good workout had been gotten. The night wasn't a complete waste. What to do now, though? Just.. going back to the dorm.. seemed so pointless. Besides, it would be totally cold in there. She'd had to leave the window open so she could get back in without alerting any monitors or whatever. Multi-level building window-exiting skills were good to have. No rope or ladder required. Claws helped. A lot.

But where to go? There were no parties and she didn't want to go to a place she was supposed to go to.. and her room would be cold. It was winter. People didn't leave windows open in winter for a good reason. Because cold. Duh. Unfortunately, that meant that... Kit's window was probably the only one on campus that was open. The only one she could climb in...

Except for that one in the co-ed dorms... Ah, heck. It was on the way.. kinda. Definitely worth checking out!

Miss Sammy Wilder, cold-loving pyrokinetic from dorm 206, who had been the only person Kit could find to leave their window open... would awake to find that she was not alone.. Though there wouldn't be another person in bed with her.. No, when Sammy awoke, she would find that there was a lightly purring bundle of warmth snuggled up tight against her tummy and soaking up the pyro's core heat as best as she was able. Under the blankets, too, if Sammy slept with blankets on.. When she realized that she had a visitor and investigated, Sammy would be greeted to a mostly dark colored cat with splotches of lighter amber/yellow color throughout her coat.. One green eye, one yellow. It didn't appear to be full grown, and was curled up with it's paws and face resting snugly against Sammy. It had no collar, but it definitely looked taken care of.. No mange of any description, it's fur was clean, no bugs of any sort, and despite being a cat it didn't seem to have shed even a single piece of fur..anywhere.

The kitty would stay asleep until something was done to wake it. Talking, moving, or freaking out and throwing it across the room counted as things being done to wake it..

When the kitty did wake up, if the method of waking was pleasant rather than violent, it would lift it's head, stare at Sammy, seem to smile for a moment, then nuzzle contentedly into her tummy again. Apparently Sammy was comfy.

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[Sammy Wilder]

Sammy had had a rather fulfilling day. The twins had given her something to do in her free time so she had been occupied the whole day, not once yearning for the one thing she had been wanting for awhile.

When she got to her room, she took a quick shower and opened the window to let the cool crisp air in. It was certainly weird, a pyro who welcomed the cold. Though she reveled in the warmth of her own body, the cold kept her powers in check. Summer...summer was the hardest time for her.

She was quick to sleep but also quick to wake up when she heard a rustling near the window. She tried to go back to sleep but a sudden weight fell upon her and her eyes popped open lazily to find a breathing bundle curled up on her stomach. Too sleepy to care, her hand moved over the bundle and she went back to sleep.

[feel free to move them later in the morning! when Kit is human ^^]

[Kitrana Moore]

A few hours later found a certain kitty very rested and quite warm.. and fairly hungry. Hungry enough, in fact, that dreams had been full of food and yumminess. Human yumminess, not kitty yumminess. Pumpkin and cherry pie, Grilled salmon, chicken parmesan, beef tenderloin, roasted duck, quail, rabbit... All sorts of delicious meals and tasty desserts. DreamKit had been stalking through a restaurant, staring at all of the amazing-smelling dishes and nearly drooling with anticipation.

Of course, in her dream she'd been walking around a very nice restaurant with her parents.. As a human, not a kitty. Dreams tended to be hard for Kit to maintain a shift in... so if she was dreaming through the eyes of a cat, she would often wake a cat. If she were dreaming through the eyes of a human, though...

Sammy would likely be woken to a still-asleep Kitrana mumbling quietly into her tummy.. the words didn't make sense, but it might be possible for Sammy to pick up that food was the general idea. Of course, if Sammy woke up and realized what the words might mean, she would also realize that she was sharing her bed with someone four feet tall with brilliant red hair.. who was wearing cargo pants, a tank top, and a pair of DCs.. who definitely hadn't been there when she'd gone to sleep.

The stirring from Sammy, though, would prompt Kit to wake up as well, blinking and staring around at things.. "Mew? --Wait, shit.. Everything's smaller." She would stare up at Sammy with an embarrassed grin, rubbing her eyes. "Please don't scream? Screaming is loud. I'm just Kit, and you're warm." And if Sammy didn't scream, Kit would throw an arm over Sammy's side in a bit of a horizontal half-hug and.. hug her good morning.

[Sammy Wilder]

Sammy was in the last dredges of sleep when she heard a voice. A voice that shouldn't be in her room because she locked her door. Then again, her windows were open but that only meant it was intruders...right?

Cracking her eye open just a smidge, she looked down to find a head of flaming red hair that she knew very well was not there when she first went to sleep. She did feel that weight on her in the middle of the night. But...hadn't that been a smaller bundle? The dark could have distorted her image but either way, Sammy started to tense up and was about to panic when the bundle of commercial red hair looked up with a grin.

"I won't...scream." Sammy squeaked, bringing her hand up to her mouth, biting her lower lip to stop herself from screaming. But the fact was, she was warm with the girl lying on her midsection. Not unbearable heat like she usually woke up to. That must have counted for something. At least her abilities didn't flare up like it usually did when she felt she was in harm's way.

"What are you even doing here?" Sammy asked in a whisper.

[Kitrana Moore]

Yay for lack of screaming! Meanwhile, questions. This was why it sucked to wake up human when you'd gone to sleep a kitty. "Oh, you know.. I was bored last night.. my room was gonna be cold if I went back to it.. Your window was the only other one I could find that was open, so I decided you needed a snoozing buddy. I was totally right. Didja know pets have been shown to lower stress levels and blood pressure and stuff? Everybody needs a kitty. Kitties are awesome." This was followed promptly by Kit blinking and chuckling at herself. "Course, that would probably make more sense if I was actually a kitty, huh? But I can't talk when I'm a kitty, so you get the next best thing instead."

Kit would sit up, stretching her neck and back with a yawn before letting out a slow, controlled breath... It sounded a bit labored, and that was because shifting hurt. It felt a bit like melting, only more stretchy and less burny. or maybe it was more like an indian burn than a fire burn? Not easy to really describe.. Over the course of one long breath, though, Kit would have gone from normal with brilliant red hair.. to having most of her body covered in fur.. with big cat ears on top of her head surrounded by short spiky orange, black, and white hair (or was it fur?).. and big yellow eyes with slitted pupils, sharper teeth, a tail.. not to mention that everything from halfway down her forearms to halfway down her calves would sprout orange fur with white and black splotches..

In other words, before Sammy's eyes, Kit had become a calico-colored neko... then blinked over at Sammy again at the tail end of a wince. "Ow. Hehe.. Much better, though. See? Is kitty. Not creepy stalker murderer or anything. I climbed in your window last night and you were so comfy and warm that I just.. fell asleep. I think I was dreaming about a restaurant, though.. It's really hard to hold a shift when I'm dreaming.. cause your body does that sleep paralysis stuff, ya know? Can't feel the pain when you start to shift, and poof. Not a kitty."

Kit's voice wasn't a whisper like Sammy's but it was quiet.. though she was also acting like this was a very normal and okay thing. "You gonna sleep some more, or are you hungry? If you're gonna sleep, I can totally just go all-the-way kitty again.. No talkin if you's asleep. Has anybody ever told you that you're super comfy? Cause you are super comfy."

[Sammy Wilder]

Not even getting a word in edgewise, Sammy just stared incredulously as the girl in front of her started to grow fur and a tail. This wasn't weird at all, the pyrokinetic thought to herself.

And then again, she thought to herself, she was a pyrokinetic. What about this place isn't weird?

"Um...nice kitty?" Sammy laughed nervously as she hesitantly patted the girl's furry hand.

She wasn't able to actually follow the previously redheaded girl's train of thought so she simply reacted to the one she heard.

"Um...thanks. I...I guess I am a little...for a cat. Since I'm...um...warm." She responded with a gulp at the end. "D...do you do this of...ten?"

[Kitrana Moore]

"Pfft, of course I'm a nice kitty. I said you were comfy and I didn't steal any of your shit, right? Why would you think I was mean? I'm not gonna apologize for sneaking in here.. cause I totally don't regret it and you are totally comfy and warm.. but I'm nice." ..What kind of human kitty wasn't nice? Such a BS thing to do.. being a mean kitty. Like, maybe ironically.. or just being cute and ornery.. but to just be mean? Gah, what kinda jerk. So yes. Kit was indeed a nice kitty, and would keep being nice.

In fact, even as she was talking, Kit would be twisting and leaning down, raising Sammy's hand so that it would end up on Kit's head.. at which point Kit would contentedly nuzzle at it and give silly happy grins, purring. Seriously if ever there was a human-shaped cat....

"Now.. as for how often I do this stuff... not very. But I'm pretty new here and it can be a great way to meet people. For instance, I happen to be named Kitrana Railen Moore and you are welcome to call me Kit or Rai or Kira or anything else you can come up with thats cute. I am seventeen, a shifter, and loving how warm you are. Also you have a nice room and you didn't scream. You are officially my first friend here! Gratz. You should totally leave your window open all the time. I'll come by every other night when I get tired.. U get warmness, you get a kitty. Deal?"

[Sammy Wilder]

Sammy looked at the redhead with wide eyes as she explained why she was a good kitty. The blonde wanted to interject and ask her wasn't that what everyone said when they petted an animal? But Sammy remained quiet, letting the chatterbox continue with her ranting.

She let out a soft snort and a little giggle every once in awhile but otherwise remained silent.

"You have a nice name." Sammy murmured softly as she let her fingers run through the other girl's soft fur. This, if it happened before Sammy stepped foot on Hammel, would have freaked the blonde out but she had seen just about enough to just go with it. Yeah, she was still weirded out by a lot of things Hammel had to offer but once you've seen one, you've really seen all.

"I'm going to call you Kitty." The blonde adjusted herself to let Kit settle into her lap. It did make more sense to continue this. Kit was a cat, no matter how she looked at it so why the heck not treat her like one?

"And deal. Just...if you can...keep yourself in kitty form most of the time. I tend to scare easily if I wake up with a human on my stomach. And...nothing good really comes out of me being scared." She explained.

[Kitrana Moore]

So Kit had a nice name, was going to be called Kitty, and they had a deal. What an awesome start to a Friday! "Oh, yeah.. I try to stay kittyfied most of the time when I don't need to be human-shaped.. I would still be a kitty right now, but dreams. Also talking. Cats just don't have the tongue or lips required for it.. Thought you'd be surprised at how obvious kittyspeak is once you've been a cat for a week or two. Some cats are awesome, some cats are jerks. They're really actually pretty person-like if you get to know them."

Was it strange to carry on a completely normal conversation while a person was petting you? If it was, noone had told Kit.. who was apparently perfectly happy to be petted while chatting.. in someone else's room.. where she hadn't actually been invited.

"So Miss Warmness.. What should I call you? You know I'm Kitty and you know that I'm a shapeshifter.. what's your name and what do you do? How long ya been here at Hammel? Do you have anything to nom?" Teehee, hungry Kit was hungry.. She did have a wicked fast metabolism, though, if that justified anything. Seriously, it was in her file that she needed to eat more than anyone her size should ever be able to eat. Or.. ya know, in different words. If there was no mention of breakfast in the next half hour or so, Kit would just excuse herself, hop out the window, and go get some. Yeah, hop out the window. Because a few stories was no big deal. Advantages of being a cat. Parkour was like.. second nature to walking.

Either way, as Kit waited for a response, she simply curled back up on the bed against Sammy.. cause Sammy was super warm and comfy and.. seemed to be accepting enough of the fact that Kit was here and had been curled up against her all night anyway. Of course objections would stop her from cuddling, but barring objections Sammy would have a neko curled up against her like a kitten, apparently content to purr and chat and be petted.