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"But are you you? Are you really you? What does it mean to own, really? Can you really own a cat? Own a nap? Are you mine just because I say you are?" He laid about in the door frame, flipping over so he was guarding it, tail puffy. this was his space. His. A soft his was forming in his words. It was rare that Carlos got defensive but, this was his one safe place, his things. His treasures. He had collected a few things, like his red chipped tea cup and his lighting opal bracelet. He did not want his things taken away.

"But with stuffing and fluff are you not a teddy bear? The kind to sit on a bed and hug you while you sleep? they kind a cat likes to chew and hug and claw and practice hunting skill upon?" he stared at her and licked his chops. She did taste good, maybe he would chew some more. Now that he thought about it, why was he afraid of a teddy bear?

"Nothing much, just a few cracked cups. A spot of tea, if you would like. That is all I have to give." He swished his tail not acting very welcoming. "Carlos is but a poor cat, with only a spot of tea and maybe this and that."

From the door way it was quiet clear that Carlos had little in his room worth taking. just a small pile of things including a dinged up old kettle and a cat bed. he did have an open closet in which hung a hat and an extra set of cloths, with blue stripes matching his current set. There was very little of interest except for a lightning opal bracelet which sat around the chipped red cup. It matched Carlos's fur. It was the prized treasure from a dragon friend.

Carlos being a cat, had simple things on his mind. He didn't realize just how insulting he had been. It was simple and straight forward to him, even if a riddle was always on his mind and the words were twisted.

"Bears eat salmon and berries. Fish like a cat, I thought." he stared up at her unblinking, so confused very confused... wait! she was staring at his gift. "Mine!" he yowled launching up and going to settle over his teacups and the bracelet. "A gift, from a friend, a gift. A dragon of lighting." his tail puffed up making him look bigger, as big as he could get, which really wasn't that big considering he was a cat, a kitten as of yet. His back arched and his head twisted and his strips of invisibility rotated around. Two illusion arms appeared forming claws as he stood over his things. His eyes bore into her unblinking still. He would protect his thing. His treasure.

Carlos was bearing down and letting out a low yowl. His grin was still in place but it looked more like a cat bearing it's teeth than and actual smile. His back arched and he stayed planted where he was.

"Friend is friend." they were friends. Tor had given him a thing and they had cuddled up and slept together. They were practically litter mates. Carlos would not move from his spot.

There was little else to look at in his room. just the pile of furs and some tea cups. But Carlos was not at all liking the bear.

For all of his yowling and hissing, Carlos was really quiet pathetic once he was cornered. He didn't move from his spot taking every bop on the head. Instead he let out a loud yowl. "Stop it!!!"

He then proceeded to yowl loudly. Whining. "Somebody help!"

It was rare that prey put themselves into his mouth. Even if she wasn't really prey she was delicious. Carlos had no option of choking and dying. For all his wailing as a spirit he didn't actually require breathing. Even if he did, he could turn intangible enough to suck air into his lungs through other methods.

So Carlos just opened wide letting her paws into his mouth before biting with lots of teeth. Lots of teeth. Chomp.

Carlos let go and landed on all 4 paws. "My room!" he let out another hiss, feeling powerful now. Now if only she would leave. His furl puffed up and his back arched and he came at her in the side ways cat dance that was odd looking for a humaniod. His illusion paws waved at her as he came closer batting at her ankle.

"Carlos scary!" his tail remained puffed. "Carlos's room." he hissed at her and then lunged forward licking at her foot and drooling on it. Gross cat 101. She was disgusted, he would just keep drooling on her until she left.