Kittens, Angels and Prim - Oh My!

[andproper]

Who: Prim and Raphael
When: November 14th - after dark
Where: Between the buildings, on her way home
Summary: Prim stays out trying to bring a stray cat to safety. Ends up in trouble - gets rescued by Raphael.
Warnings: Minor in danger? Will update if needed.

"Here kitty," Prim whispered, reaching out her hands. The animal watched her warily from its hiding spot, half reaching out a paw in warning, hissing faintly. Prim didn't move, though, didn't respond - and half a moment later it let its paw drop. It was the kitten's turn to stay still, as Prim reached out to scoop her hands beneath its arms. It mewled faintly, fidgeting uncertainly. 

The warning sirens made it howl, biting at her hand and diving towards the ground. It ran towards the alley, and Prim followed. If she was quick, she was certain she could catch it and bring it to the safety of indoors. ...What was the worst that could happen? Even if she died... Even if she died, it wouldn't make a difference. Besides, she was a teen titan.

She didn't notice when the darkness fell, though. Until the first growl.

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[servingmichael]

Raphael had made a habit of checking Rue's and Prim's locations every night as Sirens sounded, then their company. Lurking, invisible, hidden if he thought he needed to be.

Tonight, he found Prim outside, and flew to her location. With the winter coming it seemed Darkness was falling harder and faster, and he flew to her location, appearing between her and the monster with a flutter of wings.

For the moment the archangel's appearance alone was enough to ward off danger.

"Hell Prim."

[andproper]

"Raphael." Her voice is a little high pitched. She's scared, despite herself. The creature looks like a cat - a very large cat. Not nearly as friendly as the kitten she was.

The kitten.

"There was a kitten," she whispered.

ooc: ...Was that supposed to be "hello?" Or...?

[servingmichael]

"Don't be afraid." There was just a slight ring to it, a faint breath of angelic confidence, to lend weight to the words.

"Attempt to coax him out, since he is so important to you." It's gentle - Raphael is fond of animals, most angels are, and he dislikes their lack of protection from the Darkness.

((OOC: Yep. My key O was sticking a little.))

[andproper]

She nodded, crouching on the ground. The floor was cold against her legs, but she did her best to stay still. "Here, kitty. It's alright."

The kitten poked its head out, just a little. She smiled at it.

[servingmichael]

Luckily, angels were good with animals, even if felines were more Michael's affinity than his, but he still projected an air of calm and safety.

The monster edged closer, though still out of Prim's sight, and Raphael flicked a couple fingers, ripping deeply into it's side. It growled but retreated to a more safe distance.

"I think he trusts you."

[andproper]

"I think so, too." She smiled, gently scratching her kitten behind the ear. It mewled softly in her arms, wriggling a moment before settling. She paid no attention to the Darkness, or any other threats. Her attention was focused entirely on the cat.

[servingmichael]

Raphael reached down, a fingertip gently touching the kitten. Mites and worm infections were cleared out, a small wound on the tail healed all instantly. "Shall I return you and your new charge to somewhere more safely indoors then?"

The lion-creature was creeping closer again. Raphael would smite it the second it grew too close.

[andproper]

"Katniss must be getting worried," she admitted, glancing away. Katniss always worried, when she put herself in danger. But it had been important. She couldn't allow the cat to get hurt like that. She'd already left behind Buttercup.

"Peeta and Rue, too."

[servingmichael]

"I'm sure she is. It's what older siblings do." He held out his hand for her. "Let's get you home then."

"Do you have supplies to take care of him at home?"

[andproper]

She frowned, looking at the cat in her arms. "I think so..." She should probably get some food for it in the morning.

[servingmichael]

"Let's check then. And we'll figure out what you need." Raphael gently scratched the kitten's head, leading to it to purring loudly. "Alright?"

[andproper]

She nodded. "Do you think it needs much?" she asked.

[servingmichael]

"He need food and water. A litter box." Depended on they had at home, but Raphael unfolded his wings, unseen to Prim, preparing to fly them to her home.

[andproper]

"I know," she said, smiling. She had taken care of a cat before.

[servingmichael]

"What do you have at home?" If she didn't have a litter box, they could go get that first.

[andproper]

I don't think we have anything, yet...

[servingmichael]

All right. Let's go get the supplies, okay? I can take you.

[And pay, for that matter.]

[andproper]

Are you sure?

[servingmichael]

Yes I am.

[He raises a hand, and they fly, landing inside the Underground Mall. It's instant, less than a blink. And probably a little disorientating for Prim. Most humans don't see to find it pleasant.]

[andproper]

[She catches at her head, hesitating. She feels like she's going to fall over.]

[servingmichael]

[He touches his first two fingertips to her forehead, soothing the unease and restoring her strength.]

Better?

[andproper]

Better. [She smiles faintly.]

[servingmichael]

Good.

[He smiles gently, laying his hand lightly on her back and leading her to one of the near-by pet stores.]

Do you want to get a collar for him too?

[andproper]

Do you think he needs one? [She looks at it, gently scratching behind the ears.]

[servingmichael]

If he gets out, it will allow others to get him back to you.

[He just snags a cart as they walk by. Donnie know how this shopping thing works.]

[andproper]

[Prim certainly doesn't. But she'll watch.]

I guess that's good...

[servingmichael]

[Vessels are handy!

Raphael wheels the cart towards collars.]

Why not pick out one you like?

[andproper]

[She'll pick out a nice red one, then...]

[servingmichael]

[He pulls a leash down that matches, and gently ushers Prim towards the food and bowls, moving easily to grab a carrier as they walk.]

When you name him, let me know?

[andproper]

I will. [She smiles.]

[servingmichael]

[He smiles faintly and continues to gather supplies. Carrie, litter box, food, bowls, even some catnip. He pays for them and leads her outside.]

Home now?

[andproper]

Please? [She needs to take care of it.]

[servingmichael]

All right.

[He reaches over and touches two fingers to her forehead and they are standing in her apartment, again with a faint flutter of wings.]

Here we are.

[andproper]

Thank you. [She smiles.]

[servingmichael]

You're welcome. Have a good night Prim.

[He'll be flying out - or so it seems - he's actually going to slip invisible and make sure she's all right.]

[andproper]

[She's fine. With her little kitten.]