It was too late Eveningdance! Your daughter was trapped! Prisoner of the sleeping Muddy-octopus! There was no escape, she was forever stuck in this fluffy prison! Mwahahahahaha!
Lets flash back a bit.
Mudhound did not twitch a single bit when their growing apprentice approached them and climbed up, using their own mentors back as a nest. They were snoring away after all, Lotus-honeys weight was long established to be negligible to them and the snuggles were comfortable and familiar. The warrior had spent most of their life being a pillow and/or blanket for siblings and kin, this was only a different version of that. A 'duty' happily undertaken.
Doubly so when a tiny kitten approached the sleeping giant. Ironically, the kit with tiny sharp talons clawing their way up was not one totally unfamiliar to Mudhound. They'd met a littermate recently. Plumkit, the little 'Bitestar' that spent an entire play session trying to sink needle teeth into Mudhounds ankles seemed awfully familiar to his sister in this way. Was the tripod tempting as a scratching post to this family or something?
Buuuut while Lotuspaws more calm approach didnt rouse the warrior it seemed Poppykits did..... kinda. Maybe it was because the maine coon mix knew the apprentice closely and their unconscious brain didnt know the kitten? Well anyways, the warrior let out a soft grumble in between snores as the sharp pokes in their side shifting a bit as a little scrap rolled around on them. It was happy and giggly and didnt seem threatening so the sleeping cats
thick tired brain didnt kick on awake at it, remaining for the most part still and unaware. But for one part..... Happy soft kitten, almost cuddling on their side while Lotuspaw cuddled on their shoulders, THATS RIGHT PEOPLE! THE DREADED CUDDLE INSTINCT KICKED ON!
Blindly a soft and large front paw reached out, batting at the air and feeling around for a presumed target. Nope that was belly fluff, nope that was Lotus-honey who was good snuggling already, oh wait, there was the squirmy thing! Quick as a flash and soft as a whisper the child was yoinked, dragged into Mudhound thick and fluffy belly fur. From where the warrior was flopped on their side, pinned to the ground by their apprentice using them as a pillow, both front paws dragged themselves up wrapping around Poppykit even as a ground rumbling snore emanated from their head. Yep, unconscious Muddy decided this was their teddy bear now.
Poppykit was being cuddled into fluff within an inch of their life now and sorry Eveningdance your daughter was forfeit. Look, a single back leg and a large furry tail was curling up own as the kitten was tucked into a slumbering belly as the warrior straight slept through their sisters announcement and dismissal.
Unless Poppykit was freed she must just have to spend the night in a Mudhound nest right outside the warriors den. Not a bad thing all told, the night was mild and warm and the maine coon mix put off a lotta heat anyways, unless Poppykit decided to flip out over being stuck in the Muddy-octopus. The little group could potentially spend the night here, Mudhound certainly was given they just werent waking up even at the loud boot from the leader.
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