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[Nepeta is still having trouble with this stupid Xtransiever and for a moment, the feed shows some static and there's a strong buzzing with a little girl's voice complaining in the background. After a moment, things get a little clearer and the focus finally shifts from the ground to Unova's friendly neighborhood alien cat! She's just outside Mistralton, it looks like, around the very edge of the city and Route Seven.] There! Hi, everyone! [Apparently her Skitty wants to say hi, too, because the cat crawls up onto her lap and presses her face against the screen before Nepeta shoves her off.] Kittens, huh? Well, for our furst matter of business here, I wanted to let you all know that my kittens have become masters of the hunt! [As she says it she absolutely beams and even puffs out her chest a little. Successful mother cat is successful!] Leon's form is just purrfect, Felicia is as fierce as can get and I have never seen a cat sneakier than Furdinand!

Buuuut...now what? My kittens and I have been hunting and battling and stuff furever. I think we're running out of stuff to do around here! [And then she frowns in a way that is dangerously close to approaching pout-levels.] And it's just been the four of us and it does get pawfully lonely sometimes, even if there are some locals that like to play! But mostly it's purrobably just beclaws they're so fascinated by me being an "alien."

[With that last statement a massively overdone roll of her eyes to accompany it, she flops onto her back and bats playfully towards the screen.] And now, AC inquires as to the recent happenings of efurrybody else!
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[The second that Nepeta found out there were birds on this bridge, everything just started to spiral downwards.

You see, not only has her beloved Leon evolved—a process she only sort of understands but has no complaints about—but she's gotten her claws on another kitten via a mysteriously-obtained egg. And of course, this little pink thing (a "Skitty", her Pokédex called it, but she's been calling it "Felicia") needs to learn the ways of the hunt, too! And so the unfortunate Ducklett who happen to wander by are their practice prey.

It's hard to find a good hiding spot in the middle of a bridge but fortunately, the Ducklett seem unbothered by the presence of others. In fact, Nepeta has just been crouching down near the side, ready to spring, beside her little protegees, and the second the birds touch down...

WHAM, and cue either a little alien girl or one of two cat things pouncing onto the unlucky creatures depending on whose turn it is.]


Leon, you are absolutely purrfect at this! Felicia, you have to be more quiet, next time, okay? If you meow at them, they'll hear you!

[Somebody please tell this girl that this is not how catching Pokémon works.]
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[What you're hearing sounds more like a Purrloin got a hold of an Xtranciever than an actual girl using it.]

Meeeowwww, meow! Nyanyanyanyanya. Puuurrrrrrr, purrrrrrrrr, nyaaaaaaanyanyanyanya!

[In the background, there's a curious little cry of "Shiiiinx! Shinx shinx shinx!" followed by more meowing.

She probably doesn't even realize she's turned the darn thing on.
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