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[solvigant]

[There's a small cat-like pokemon wandering about the campus. She seems rather thin and smaller than a normal Espeon, and she seems rather lost in a way -- almost distracted. The air around her is rather thick, dense with what drives her to wander, but she still remains lost in a sense.

Perhaps it's best to come in closer and offer her some treats or something? Who knows, she might like it or she might not. There's only one way to find out for sure.]

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[mohawk_tomahawk]

[Connor was about his business when he saw the small cat. Then suddenly, his attention was fully on the cat.

It wasn't a normal cat, sure, but one look suggested she was hungry. Lost, tired, and hungry; perhaps.

He didn't know what she usually ate, or if she had a meal recently, but he had on him but a few pieces of procured, cooked fish from earlier. It was what he had on him, probably was about to be used to bait more game in the wilderness.

But now it was gonna attempt to be catfood.

He made himself known to the cat, holding out the fish he got from a satchel on his person. He knelt down, beckoning her to come closer.]

[solvigant]

[Connor's hunches were in fact correct in this statement. While the Espeon had tempered herself to fast in her travels, there came a time and a place when she did desire a meal to revitalize her strength. Her steps slowed as he approached, looking from the fish to him. It was unfortunate, how often trainers had attempted to bribe her for food just to attempt to capture her.

This man, however... was different.

She could sense something in him in which his offer of his meal was a genuine sort. Cautiously, she kept her ears lowered but moved forward, treading slow and cautious steps. She would stop about a foot or two from him, curious of his next move since she would not beckon much further than where she stood.]

[mohawk_tomahawk]

[Connor respected the personal space of any creature. So he kept his distance, only reaching forward to place the fish down for her to eat, only to then go back to the distance he was previously. Kindly, he spoke to her.]

Go on, eat.

[On the back of his mind, he wondered if she was neglected in some way. Did she have a human companion? Was she a Pokemon, perhaps? Did she have a family?]

[solvigant]

[There was only a hair more of hesitation, looking from the fish to Connor, then back again. As silent as ever, she lowered her head and began eating. It was nice, she hadn't eaten such fresh meat in quite some time. It was pathetic of her, but at times she's had to scrounge about for scraps.

It was something she really hoped to never do again, at least for as long as she could. Her tail swished gently, and after a bit and after she had gotten her fill, she lifted her head back up. She had taken a decent sized bite out of the fish, but a lot of it still remained.

At least she gave her thanks in a soft purr-like sound. She wasn't going to be rude.]

[mohawk_tomahawk]

[He didn't expect, nor need for her to be grateful. He really felt better that such a hungry looking cat was fed well. Cats were independent creatures, Connor was willing to bet it wouldn't be wise to bother her much more unless if she needed him for anything else.

Again, he felt better that it seemed to please her when he gave her something to eat.

Like many creatures here, he assumed maybe she understood him in some way; if not understand directly what he was saying.]

Better? The fish is yours, feel free to take all of it.