Penelope
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Upon hearing her name called - alongside the yowls and shrieks of whats sounded an awful lot like another cat - a long-furred gray cat came rushing out through the cat-flap to a house, rasping pants tickling her throat as she slewed to a halt. Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no, no!

What awaited Penelope was certainly not what the kittypet had been expecting, much less anticipating: a small, young cat was sprawled out in the center of a clearing, blood trickling from seemingly all over her battered physique. Standing beside her was... Huh? Creasing her eyes, Penelope gasped - what was Petal herself doing out here?

"Petal!" Penelope shrieked, a ring of horror to her voice. "What in the name of god's haven happened?"

Penelope
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[ so bc we aren't necessarily allowed to play a twoleg, I'mma just change things around a bit, that alright? ]
Penelope, still staring wide-eyed in sheer horror at the bloodied young cat, pricked forward her ears. "O-of course!" she gasped. "Come into my place - it's much safer there." With that, she beckoned for Petal to follow her with a flick of her long, plumey gray tail. Then, she spun around and scampered beneath a fern with a rustle.

Whiskers quivering, the young nebelung began to sort desperately through a selection of ingredients that she had somehow managed to steal from her humans a while back as a kitten. Ointment, check. Bandages, check. Foretoes shuffling anxiously, Penelope reached upward with an arm and clawed away a bind of cobwebs for... absorbing the blood? Yeah, that's it, I think.

"Alright, Petal, you can bring her over here: I have some stuff I brought from my twolegs a bit ago."