You need chaos in your soul
She stopped short when the others joined her, eyes widening at the orange cat's words. "Oh! You can talk! Are you Mango?" It hadn't been specified whether or not their target was a sear cat, making Nova more curious about how pets worked and what made people want them. If they were all this rude, she wasn't sure why people would put up with them. However, talking cats were a very interesting topic. Maybe they kept a sear cat as a trophy? Which was all the more reason to support the cat running away in the first place.
Nova's head cocked as she looked between the three cats. "Does Mango want to go back?" If the sear cat wasn't the one they were looking for, maybe it knew whether their target was a beloved pet out of preference or coercion. Then they could determine whether to leave it or possibly convince the sear cat to let it go. Meanwhile, Nova twirled a piece of pink hair in her fingers, enjoying the sensation.
Nova asks whether Mango wants to return.
Nova's head cocked as she looked between the three cats. "Does Mango want to go back?" If the sear cat wasn't the one they were looking for, maybe it knew whether their target was a beloved pet out of preference or coercion. Then they could determine whether to leave it or possibly convince the sear cat to let it go. Meanwhile, Nova twirled a piece of pink hair in her fingers, enjoying the sensation.
Nova asks whether Mango wants to return.
Nova
to give birth to a dancing star.
