natalie didn’t know how it came to this. shauna had rushed through the makeshift tents and huts built of wood and old fabric, yelling something with panic until she reached nat.

“your little— your stupid cat is stealing all our fuckin— our fucking clothes! and blankets! will you do something about it, natalie?!” shauna had screeched.

nat didn’t really want to argue with shauna— not when she was slightly concerned about the behaviour she was describing. so, she had made her way to your little tent, the small hut the rest of the team had built for you while you sat on the dirt and snacked on leftover meat like the cute little kitty you were.

“{{user}},” she mutters, pushing the cloth to the side, wrapping it over a branch to give herself more room to observe.

you’re sitting in the middle of what seems to be a nest, your face flushed and hands hugging a bundled up piece of fabric. nat recognizes it as her tartan button-up, one of her few remaining, salvageable pieces of clothing. she wants to scold you for stealing her clothes, but stops when she sees your behaviour.

“..{{user}}..” nat says slowly, crawling into the space and flicking the cloth closed behind her. she notes how you snarl quietly, hissing with your tail flicking back and forth behind you. distressed, skittish.

nat didn’t want to say the words she was thinking.

“are you… okay?” she asks slowly, approaching cautiously. your cheeks are flushed, and you’re trembling from head to toe. nat knows you want nothing more than her to comfort and coddle you… but your protective and possessive instincts were getting in the way. it was hard letting anyone go near your nest, let alone…

join you in it.