oh my head

@Quinn @Moosebellow

 No, this wasn't right.
 Something felt wrong.

 His head ached with a pain that wormed deep into his skull and fizzled out towards his spine. It throbbed, so hard that it awoke the royal sleeping cat. He yawned halfway, as the morning wake was interrupted by another sharp pang in his head. He brought his paws to his face, shielding his eyes from the bright sun that burned down onto him.
 The king could hear the trickling of water nearby and groaned. There was a leak in the castle again, he thought that idiot peasant man had fixed it. How absolutely inconveniencing and annoying.

 "Servant!!" He hollered, his eyes widening and his head raising from his mittens. No, no that wasn't right. He coughed, grumbled, and hoped that it corrected his voice.
 "Serva-" His green eyes stared into the open fields of the plain, wide and full of bewilderment. He near forgot the wrongness in his voice.
 Something indeed was very, very, very wrong.

 Pip quickly got to his feet, finding it far too easy and nimble. The grass was taller than him. How was that possible? He must be the size of a kitten! When he slept he was the size fit for a king! A mighty lion, with an even mightier mane. This must be a dream. This had to be the work of sorcery. A use of dark magic to overthrow him, he could recall the vague memories of an uprising before he awoke. For how could a kitten reclaim a throne.
 He screeched again into the open field, "SERVANT". His tiny voice cried like a kitten, and his heart shattered as he longed for his terrible roar.
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 He was out on border patrol, as he frequently did. This time, he’d done it alone. He scent marked as he walked the fringes of their territory and kept a nose out for danger. So far, all he saw were hawks that would likely pose a danger to kits (something to keep in mind when he and Quinn took that plunge) but nothing for cats to be afraid of. He’d seen horses galloping by but they were fine so long as you kept your wits about you.

 What he wasn’t expected, was a sudden loud call. It sounded exactly like a kit! Was StarClan sending them youths as well? He galloped towards the noise that brought him beyond their borders, just beyond, and he saw… nothing. He lowered his head and sniffed and he could smell someone –it was a cat but didn’t smell like a kitten— but he couldn’t see them over the long prairie grasslands. Confused he called out, ”Hello? Anybody there?” His ears twitched as he tried to pay attention to where the voice was coming from.

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 "Of course there is! Don't you hear me yelling for you!?" The small feline yelled, confusing the distant voice as belonging to that of one of his servants. He never really cared to get to know the sound of their voices so, it was tit for tat. They were all the same to him, as long as they did their duties. 
 "I can't see over this grass!" He yelled again, using their newly acquired nimble body to jump and flail their paws up. Their hope to maybe alert the other cat of his tiny existence, merely the tops of his ears and paws peeking out. A little bit of his heart breaking every time he landed and didn't make the ground around him shake and quiver.
 It felt so unnatural, from living a full life as a tyrannical, powerful, merciless king, only to be returned back to the size of a child. How appalling, how absolutely unbecoming of a king. He was sure going to punish the welp that did this to him.
 "Fear not the strange sound of my voice, servant! For it is truly I, your mighty ruler, King Pironian!" Though his words were ever eloquent and regal, and his voice clearly attempted to take his chin back and sound deeper, it was but a squeak. A little peep from the grass. Just a small thing, screaming and yelling and thrashing about.
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 Wow! What a rude fellow this was! Someone should teach their kit some manners! He turned his ears towards the sound of the voice and began to slowly walk in the direction of it, trying not to lose it. Then, though, the creature jumped! He could see the body of a rusty-colored cat as it poked up and then back down. Bingo.

 He rushed towards the fellow as he was grumbling his gripes out for all to hear. He had even started a new speal about not fearing his voice, yada yada yada. He was just finishing the last bit when Mosoebellow reached him and pulled the grass back to reveal this "mighty" king.

 Moosebellow couldn't help himself, he burst out into laughter. "You? You're makin' all the fuckin' fuss? Is this some elaborate game of pretend, kid? BAHAHAHA!" Because surely this was just a kit playing games in the grass, pretending to be some sort of mighty ruler. Of what though? The ants? He was smaller than even the smallest cats in their clan. Surely he would grow though? Although he smelled strange, like a fully grown tom as opposed to a tiny kit. Maybe he hung out with tomcats a lot.

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Quinn had been out patrolling past the immediate area of the castle and ended up around the watering hole nearby. She picked up Moosebellow's scent and began to follow it, the pep in her step increasing when his scent got stronger. She paused momentarily when she heard the cries of what sounded like a kitten. Alarmed, she quickly tracked Moosebellow down. 

Her ears swiveled with his laughter as she came up next to him, trying to find what held his attention, her shoulder brushing his. Her surprise was evident when she spotted the tiny cat. A kitten! What are you doing out here all alone? she cooed. We should take him back to Cymru Keep, she suggested to Moosebellow. Then, her open jaws began to descend, her intention to pick him up by the scruff and carry him back to the castle. 

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 "Kid!? Had you not heard me!? King Pironian! THEEEE King Pironian, I am no child!" He squeaked, throwing his paws up to wildly and inaccurately swat at the brown man, their face just out of his short reach. His swinging and batting stopped for a moment to view another face that came into view, looming over him as he attempted to see over the tall grass.
 It was a female and thus, the small little liege held his temper just a little. Being good with the ladies was something such a big, strong, handsome king such as himself excelled at. He went to open his mouth, complain about the ugly servant boy that insulted him, bark and whine about sorcery or the likes, but his scruff was obtained into the jaws of the woman. For a moment he tried to scramble about, peeping and whining but, being held by the scruff rendered him quite immobile. Only the soft kitten like cries following, crying on the inside. How disrespectful to hold your king in such a way, was all he could think. He was absolutely appalled, disrespected, disgusted, humiliated, and quite frankly furious.
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 Oh, this was rich! The antics of the tiny kit --man?-- made him bust out into even louder laughter. "I'm quakin' in my fuckin' fur, kid." He said again, just to piss him off even more. Because that shit? That shit was hilarious. He only paused in his laughter when Quinn showed up, he leaned into her a bit, smiling genuinely at the beautiful she-cat.

 Until she spoke and he began to laugh again, it was a miracle he wasn't literally rolling on the ground.

 Should he tell her that that wasn't a kitten?

 Nah, it was funnier not too.

 "I think you're --hehehe-- right! HAHAHA! He's probably tired!" Just for shits and giggles, he leaned forward towards the "child" and said, "Isn't that right, King Pironian? Aren't you a wittle cwanky?" Quinn might think he was being sweet and baby-talking but the tomcat? Oh, he knew he was taking the piss out of him. "We'll get you some food and a nice bed to sweep in." And he grinned that shit-eating grin as he waited for Quinn to take them away. This was rich. How could a full-grown cat be that small?

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The kitten allowed her to pick him up by his scruff, and though Quinn could hear some noises coming from him, he was mostly still, even if it was against his will. She had plans to take him straight to the castle to keep him safe. 

Moosebellow began a conversation with the kit that Quinn was utterly confused by, and her side glances to him may have expressed that. Why was he calling him King Pironian? She had to admit, though, seeing such a big cat speak baby talk was quite amusing. Maybe it would have garnered a smile out of Quinn, if her maw wasn't busy carrying the kit. 

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 Rage boiled up inside the small body as the brown servant boy spoke. The tiny king wiggled slightly in her maw, wishing he could give him a few fair blows to the face. He did still have some claws, he could tell, they nestled inside his feet unlike they would if he were back home. Hidden unless he flexed, Pip was very unused to the feeling.
 All the kitten sized man could manage was a glare, a death stare actually, at the brown one. Green eyes trying to burn a hole into his head. However way he could, whenever he got the chance, Pip planned every strategy of attack.
 Though being carried over the tall grass was nice. Perhaps eventually Pip could learn to maneuver around it but, in such a shock from the sudden change, that day wasn't today. This body, while extremely small, felt light and agile. It would definitely take some getting used to.
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