May 20th, 1888 — Oakshire Hall, Kent
Despite having found a mirror and spent a good long while inspecting herself Tig still didn't know what she was. She was some sort of cat, that much was obvious, but she was much too large for a house cat and far too small for a lion. Her tail was very short and her ears were curiously tufted in a way that reminded her a little of a kneazle. Her fur was light in color with spots that were only a few shades darker, but she definitely wasn't a leopard. Whatever the hell she was though, she liked it. It was no tiger but it wasn't so far off and best of all, she wasn't some dirty old farm animal.
She'd actually done it, whatever it was she'd successfully become an animagus!
Thoroughly pleased with herself, she gave up on fathoming her species in favor of hunting down Tiberius so she could boast of her accomplishment. It was fairly easy to guess at where he was but her keen sense of smell confirmed it before her eyes had a chance to. She then had to take a moment to be appalled at how familiar she apparently was with his scent. Otherwise undaunted, she skulked along the corridor of his study and to her absolute delight, found the door either being opened or closed - she didn't hesitate long enough to decide - and seized the opportunity of bolting through the gap and into his study. Without wasting a second, she pounced onto his desk and sat there preening.
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She'd actually done it, whatever it was she'd successfully become an animagus!
Thoroughly pleased with herself, she gave up on fathoming her species in favor of hunting down Tiberius so she could boast of her accomplishment. It was fairly easy to guess at where he was but her keen sense of smell confirmed it before her eyes had a chance to. She then had to take a moment to be appalled at how familiar she apparently was with his scent. Otherwise undaunted, she skulked along the corridor of his study and to her absolute delight, found the door either being opened or closed - she didn't hesitate long enough to decide - and seized the opportunity of bolting through the gap and into his study. Without wasting a second, she pounced onto his desk and sat there preening.
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