Timestamp: Summer 514, 4th 
For three days Lenore had found signs of a feline presence just north of Port Silence. On the first day it had been a rat carcass. Further investigation had led to fecal remains of a small creature, presumably a feline though Lenore had no one way of being sure. On the night before today, a prolonged search from the researcher rewarded it with a small tuft of hair snatched from a bush. In truth, it wasn’t until this dawn when Lenore was convince it was a cat. The nuit had spied the creature’s fluffy ringed tail as it dashed into the brush.
With limited options, the Nuit had come up with a time-consuming but hopefully effective strategy. No knowledge of making traps, or a way to purchase a trap, and not even access to the library so the animator was on its own in this endeavor. To compensate the plan was simply, catch the cat in its shirt.
Lenore had found a boulder and settled upon it this afternoon; shirt grasped in its fists. While it wasn’t fast or lethal, the Nuit did have one skill to help it. Slowly the nuit stopped breathing, an old habit picked up when the researcher had lived in the human settlements to be less alarming to the native inhabitants. Doing everything within its power to remain still proved a greater tax on Lenore’s patience than it ever imagined. It was several bells before a sighting of the full creature in question ever occurred. Another bell until it came close enough to the Nuit for action.
Jerking into action the cat sprang only a fraction of a tick before the sluggish Nuit’s hamfisted attempt at capture. Some disturbance had alerted it. Lenore kept its pose frozen in mid attempt. Internally the nuit had to chide itself, anger was inefficient. Efficiency was the enemy to progress. Progress was to the key to genius. Reanimating slowly the Nuit turned to see what disturbance had cut short its success.
For three days Lenore had found signs of a feline presence just north of Port Silence. On the first day it had been a rat carcass. Further investigation had led to fecal remains of a small creature, presumably a feline though Lenore had no one way of being sure. On the night before today, a prolonged search from the researcher rewarded it with a small tuft of hair snatched from a bush. In truth, it wasn’t until this dawn when Lenore was convince it was a cat. The nuit had spied the creature’s fluffy ringed tail as it dashed into the brush.
With limited options, the Nuit had come up with a time-consuming but hopefully effective strategy. No knowledge of making traps, or a way to purchase a trap, and not even access to the library so the animator was on its own in this endeavor. To compensate the plan was simply, catch the cat in its shirt.
Lenore had found a boulder and settled upon it this afternoon; shirt grasped in its fists. While it wasn’t fast or lethal, the Nuit did have one skill to help it. Slowly the nuit stopped breathing, an old habit picked up when the researcher had lived in the human settlements to be less alarming to the native inhabitants. Doing everything within its power to remain still proved a greater tax on Lenore’s patience than it ever imagined. It was several bells before a sighting of the full creature in question ever occurred. Another bell until it came close enough to the Nuit for action.
Jerking into action the cat sprang only a fraction of a tick before the sluggish Nuit’s hamfisted attempt at capture. Some disturbance had alerted it. Lenore kept its pose frozen in mid attempt. Internally the nuit had to chide itself, anger was inefficient. Efficiency was the enemy to progress. Progress was to the key to genius. Reanimating slowly the Nuit turned to see what disturbance had cut short its success.
