Plot with Siren Mortem-Ipsum

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Goodness, why am I here again? Oh, yes, you want to learn a little but about moi. Do you honestly think you are good enough? Please, darling, I don’t tell you who I am; you discover it for yourself from the jealous whispers of awe-struck felines. Yes, you will hear my name often among the crowds. What? You say you don’t even know my name? Ha! Well, since you are so daft, my name is Siren. Siren Mortem-Ipsum.

You ask what I look like? Really? Are you blind? Oh, you are? *coughs*, well that isn’t my fault is it? If you must know I am a blue point. Pretty, I know. Most of my fur is a delightful cream color while the tips of my ears, tail, paws and nose are a deep blue gray. I may be small now, but when I grow old I am certain to have some curves. Just look, er...feel my fur. Such a beautiful, long cream. It puts all other kit's fur to shame. And, dear, my eyes. Oh, yes! They say the eyes are the window to the soul, no? Well, my eyes are perfectly precious. A beautiful cerulean blue, rounded at the edges and lined with black. Yes, I will certainly be the purr of all the toms as I grow.

So you haven’t seen enough of my personality yet? Fine, I will tell you. I am charming, obviously. Wouldn’t you agree? I know exactly how to use both my face and my body to get what I want. Now, don’t let this pretty face fool you, I am a genius. Don’t believe me? You don’t have to, you will discover my brilliance soon enough. Others simply aren’t as intelligent as me, and those who lack intelligence are just begging to be played, no? Of course, I wouldn’t mind a little company. Being three times as smart as the normal cat can be lonesome, I suppose. There is hardly anyone decent to talk to. So what if I tend to like a little catnip to keep me company as I grow older?

Okay, I suppose I'll let you in on a little secret. Now, this may just being the cat nip talking, but I guess you aren't that bad. You know, sometimes being so smart can be a burden. A lot of cats can't understand me. Some even are afraid of me! It makes me...sad. Ahm, really now that is a silly thought. I can't believe I even said it. No, who wouldn't want to be feared? Fear is power...right?

I guess if I was to be kind (what? I can be nice, precious), I would warn you not to trust me. I am not a trustable cat, if you couldn't tell already. I don’t think your important, or the cat over there or the cat over there. But, if you have something I want, I can certainly make you feel important. Just be careful, my attention comes with a price and the more you want it the higher that price will be. This doesn't mean I, err, get around as you say. Goodness no! There is no tom out there that deserves that much of me and ever having kits is out of the question.

You accuse me of plotting? Darling, how can you accuse me of such a low life hobby? Well, I suppose, if you must know there are rumors of something...mystical. Now, being as smart as I am, I obviously know there is no such thing as magic. However, they talk about a pool, one that glows a vibrant green. It is said to have gifted cats with unimaginable powers. This is, obviously, an old she-cats tale, but I think I might have a small break in my ever busy schedule to take a peek. Now don’t you warn me about something so silly, things that don’t exist can’t be dangerous. And if for some reason it does exist, well, we will see when I find it now, won’t we?

As for what else, power is a fickle thing isn’t it? With one claw swipe, I could be in charge. Of course, my claws are too precious for blood shed, but my golden tongue (my tongue it too gifted to be compared to something as bland as silver) might be able to to lead me to higher places. However, fate is a fickle thing, even for beautiful geniuses such as me. If I need to gain the sympathy vote, as they say, it might do me well to…er…play blind. Yes, play sounds like a fun word. It could be a sign from dear Capone that I was meant to follow her path. Of course, a miraculous healing is not out of the question. I am sure I could, um, persuade a healer to help me.

*Yawns*. Well, as much as I enjoy talking about myself, I grow bored with you. If you have any more meaningless questions ask the pet not me. Ta-ta, darling.

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