Post by The Headmaster on Aug 11, 2013 12:36:06 GMT -6
The Headmaster was doodling on a chalkboard.
The battle was one of a war waged between the cunning Bengals and the honorbound Tabbies. With the addition of sorcerers of the Fourth and Fifth respectively to their sides, this particular strife had turned from a minor skirmish to a bloody battle in a matter of hours. Tents for the generals were quickly erected, flying the pennants of their proud nations.
Some poor teacher was going to walk into their classroom and discover drawings of kittens all over their chalkboard. Specifically, two grand kitten armies engaged in battle, complete with cannon batteries. Which shot pouncing kittens. At the kittens.
He was standing directly in front of the door, which was a border of wood rimming a window looking into the classroom. In plain sight, the Headmaster doodled away.
Glancing behind him, he snickered evilly. Woe be to the person to enter this room. A while back, he'd wanted to learn how to make stuffed animals, and so he'd made an entire army's worth of plush kittens.
The entire stockpile of kittens now hung in a net over the doorway, rigged to drop right past the entrance if the door should open. Their button eyes were trained ferociously downwards. His brethren were ready to assist him in this battle. There would be nothing but terror in their victim's eyes as the fully might of the kitten army.
The person coming in would have to pull the door open, pulling a string tight against a knife, which would cut said string in half and cause a rain of kittens to fall on the startled trespasser.
Which, more than likely, would be Varana. She hadn't caught him yet. And now it was time for the predator to become prey....
...to a pile of adorable plush kittens and quite possibly a pouncing Headmaster.
Giggling uncontrollably, the Headmaster continued to doodle his kittens. There would be kittens everywhere tonight... yes.
The battle was one of a war waged between the cunning Bengals and the honorbound Tabbies. With the addition of sorcerers of the Fourth and Fifth respectively to their sides, this particular strife had turned from a minor skirmish to a bloody battle in a matter of hours. Tents for the generals were quickly erected, flying the pennants of their proud nations.
Some poor teacher was going to walk into their classroom and discover drawings of kittens all over their chalkboard. Specifically, two grand kitten armies engaged in battle, complete with cannon batteries. Which shot pouncing kittens. At the kittens.
He was standing directly in front of the door, which was a border of wood rimming a window looking into the classroom. In plain sight, the Headmaster doodled away.
Glancing behind him, he snickered evilly. Woe be to the person to enter this room. A while back, he'd wanted to learn how to make stuffed animals, and so he'd made an entire army's worth of plush kittens.
The entire stockpile of kittens now hung in a net over the doorway, rigged to drop right past the entrance if the door should open. Their button eyes were trained ferociously downwards. His brethren were ready to assist him in this battle. There would be nothing but terror in their victim's eyes as the fully might of the kitten army.
The person coming in would have to pull the door open, pulling a string tight against a knife, which would cut said string in half and cause a rain of kittens to fall on the startled trespasser.
Which, more than likely, would be Varana. She hadn't caught him yet. And now it was time for the predator to become prey....
...to a pile of adorable plush kittens and quite possibly a pouncing Headmaster.
Giggling uncontrollably, the Headmaster continued to doodle his kittens. There would be kittens everywhere tonight... yes.