[ The cat stretches and bends, making something resembling a ginger letter C of sorts, or maybe an L, depending on where you look at it from and whether you're actually trying to find meaning on the shape it's making. Change? It knows that word. Kind of. Context is important. A cat is a cat. The androids wanted change, and it sort of aligned with its own desires, so it worked itself out in the end, but the soft/warm/not android being...it's not making much sense.
It blinks at her. Then it rolls to its side, facing Clarke. It's an intense, piercing stare, straight into her eyes. It wants to understand, because understanding leads to it getting something in return, usually. ]
Meow-ow-ow-reow...
[ An additional stretch to get close enough to poke at Clarke's shoe. Is this being malfunctioning? It's time for petting. Why does it feel...not endeared? Surely it doesn't have to do with anything the cat has done. ]
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It blinks at her. Then it rolls to its side, facing Clarke. It's an intense, piercing stare, straight into her eyes. It wants to understand, because understanding leads to it getting something in return, usually. ]
Meow-ow-ow-reow...
[ An additional stretch to get close enough to poke at Clarke's shoe. Is this being malfunctioning? It's time for petting. Why does it feel...not endeared? Surely it doesn't have to do with anything the cat has done. ]