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Paddy, Female Lucain
Valentine, Female Dalma
((These two only have quad forms though)
Paddy walked through the tunnels, getting close enough to the walls for her whiskers to brush them when ever it changed direction or split. She felt Valentine close behind her, trying not to get lost. The Dalma was used to seeing where she was going. Paddy was used to using her other senses by now. She could tell that the cavern was dark and she couldn't see the vague shapes she was so used to, but those never really helped her, so she relied on feeling the way.
"Geeze. This is too dark. Do those things we hear about really live in places like this?" valentine asked, trying to get Paddy to talk so she could follow the sound. "How do they see?"
"Some adapt to it." Paddy answered, her voice much more mature than the pup's eternal youth.
"At this point I wish I could. It's starting to get cold in here." Valentine replied.
Paddy could feel the tunnel split, as the breeze that was carried through from the entrance changed. It split off at their side as well as continuing strait. Paddy chose to walk strait.
You may call, you may call
But the little black cats won't hear you.
The little black cats are maddened
By the bright green light of the moon;
They are whirling and running and hiding,
They are wild who were once so confiding,
They are crazed when the moon is riding
You will not catch the kittens soon.
They care not for saucers of milk,
They think not of pillows of silk;
Your softest, crooningest call
Is less than the buzzing of flies.
They are seeing more than you see,
They are hearing more than you hear,
And out of the darkness they peer.
With a goblin light in their eyes!
The Bad Kitties
By Elizabeth Coatsworth