Detective Cat || Clone and Cho

[Chokuro]

Abelle had never before seen anything like this. While he was not the most experienced detective in his squad, he had done quite a few murder cases. Yet, this one eluded him and the forensics team so much. The man in the alleyway did not seem to have any reason to die. He was a perfectly healthy young man, yet there were not bruises, not cuts, no scrapes â?? nothing on his body to suggest what had happened. The only thing that was there was a cat that had been curled up at his side. He did not understand just what happened, but the cat definitely needed to be captured. There could be possible evidence on the catâ??s fur or mouth, or anything, and so he needed to be put into a cage and taken to the lab so that he could be examined. Who knows? Maybe he was the murderer! The man could have been allergic to cats and the cat wound up sitting on him after he passed out drunk and then bam! Instant death-ish. Who knew? He did not have an idea yet. He was just trying to think of things that could have happened.

The silver-haired man listened to the guys around him debate just who would take the cat back and well, Abelle always was a bleeding heart. He loved animals. He always wanted one, but he was always too busy with work to even think of getting even a cat. He sighed softly and then began to walk toward the kitty, giving a few kissing noises to the animal. He reached a hand out, planning to pet the cat and just hope he would not run off. If he ran, that would be horrible. He could just leap out and take the cat, but that would not do much. He knew animals well enough that if he did try to leap at the animal, then the cat would be faster than him and he would run off which would make him have to chase after him and he definitely did not want that. If he managed to catch the cat, the animal would wind up scratching him all up and so, this had to be the best way. He hoped that the little cat would come to him. It just had to. His soft amethyst eyes looked at the cat pleadingly, wishing for it to just come his way already.​

 

[clonewar]

Cain had not always been a cat, one thing or another had led him to the black pelt that he now wore like a second skin. Showing the man had been a risk, one that had not paid of as for some reason he had suddenly died. He stayed with the body out of loyalty, the man had owned him for several years. when the police arrived he had been ready to abandon the man and humanity all together, but fate stepped in.

The silver haired man had a strong aura it circled the man like a gold crown silhouetting his soft features. Like all cats Cain was as vain as they came he wanted his owner to be, or a certain quality. slowly he moved up to the man sniffing his hand before her jumped into his arms. "meow" Cain was not one to run away from any one, he woudl either fight or roll over and play dead of course on rare occasions he would surrender.

"Reow" he snuggled with the mans face his cat form was much like his human form, not to long with black hair and green eyes. Curling into a ball he began to purr his tongue sliding over his paw to take of some blood. Not the mans but his own the window had been shut as it never was supposed to be. Meow" he snuggled with the man again as if he was telling him it was alright for him to leave.

 

[Chokuro]

Abelle was a little shocked to have the black cat leap into his arms so easily. He really was. He smiled warmly though, his fingers gently began to trail through the silky coat of the other, petting him silently while he headed toward his car that was there. He took up the cage, just in case the cat began to show up resistance and for when he got to the lab. He would stay with the cat. It was not like he could just drop it and leave it! He was too cute of a kitty for him to abandon. He would bring him home with him once the girl in the forensics lab told him that the cat, and any evidence on him, were fine to be taken away. Besides, if he did not take him, it just meant that he would be sent to the pound or something. He did not want that. This was not a â??poundâ?? cat. He really had too much of a bleeding heart sometimes. He questioned his career path a few times, but he liked being a detective in the long run.

Walking to the simple black car that was there, he placed the cage onto the ground in the passengerâ??s side then rested the little black ball onto the seat. He walked to the driverâ??s side, hopping inside and then starting up his car. He gave a short wave to the men outside who were gathering the last bits of evidence, and then he was off. He hoped that the cat would be okay. He probably should name him though. He was not sure what, but he would think of something. As long as he could keep him. There could be the risk of rabies and maybe the cat was infected with something, so he did not want to get his hopes up too high. He hated when he was excited about something, only to have his hopes come crashing down. That was always the worst. But, for now, he would be just a little excited.

Once he pulled into the parking lot, he turned to the cat in the seat beside him, smiling warmly. â??Now ... Youâ??re going to have to go into the cage for now, kitty. Itâ??s for safety reasons and we do not want you to get hurt, do we? So ...â? He reached over and opened up the cage, patting inside of it a bit and smiling a little more. â??Please?â? He figured he would try the nice approach first. He always believed animals could understand humans to a certain extent, so he would see just what the little cat would do.​

 

[clonewar]

He watched the man carry him to his car it was small something from outside the states where he had spent most of his time. He looked around trying to figure out if the man was well of or just had good taste. "Meow" he looked as the man asked him to climb into the cage he might looked like a cat but he was not. He struck the door swinging it shut after a few more tries the man had given up on getting him inside.

"Reaor" he hissed as the the man tried to push or trick him into getting into the cage with a treat he simply batter his hand away. He looked at the man who then place his coat inside of the cage to get him to go in. It was either this man or the pound who might try to feed him cat food. "meow" he turned around and backed into the cage who knew what the man had planned for him and that cage.

The house was small nothing more then a flat over a coffee shop either it was cheap or the man loved coffee. "meow" he needed to get clean some of the blood had dried onto his fur making him look a mess. Unlike a real cat he loved water he could take a shower when the man was not looking at him. He could sleep at the end of the bed like a dog he did not liek to sleep on the floor.