Osa

[_Mirrorstone]

Osa padded mindlessly around the Front Room, stump of a tail wiggling lazily as Scout's often did, looking for a place to hide from Kate.

"Hm, how I do feel like Scout now," she joked, realizing what she was doing would probably something you would most likely see Scout doing rather than herself. Where was Scout? Eh, off with Thea most likely, helping her out, after all, Thea was very closing to kitting. Osa wondered if Thea would even keep the kits, they were Radea's after all, and his Twolegs had moved and taken him away long ago, which had left Thea severely depressed.

Yawning, and having clawed the Scratcher for a bit, Osa headed for the back door that led to the garden, hungry for a mouse or two. She never ate kibble, unless her Twolegs wouldn't let her out, or it was the dead of Winter. Coming to the door, she mewed loudly, but Mr. Justinsen wasn't paying much attention. Meowing again as Samuel walked by, he shot her a passing glance, but ignored her completely.

She gave a small hiss of frustration, padding in the direction of the hallway to search for Scout and Thea, maybe they had something exciting to do.

[_Mirrorstone]

Osa clawed at the black mesh screen with another wail, and this time, even Kate ignored her, along with Mrs. Justinsen. She growled under her breath, brow creasing with frustration.

"Stupid Twolegs,"

She growled, leaping onto the couch, only to be swatted off by Samuel, being scolded for 'shedding' on the couch as the Twoleg kit pressed the odd device the turned on the Watch-Box [television]. Osa padded swiftly toward the hallway that led to the kibble bowls, when Sam turned on the Watch-Box, that meant he'd laid out that silver-can meat that made Osa think of that tasty fish Sam just wouldn't let her eat.

On her way down the hall, a smudge of gray fur blew past, and Osa turned just in time to see Scout shoot out the Go-out door. No wonder the Twolegs didn't let her out! They had put in the Go-out door yesterday, a simple push, and the flap opened right up and let you ouside! Very confinient.

She dashed after the gray she-cat shouldering out the door, and following Scout toward the shed, knowing this definately had something to do with Thea. Had she had her kits?