Kash 

Ich bin Cake, der stille Schatten, der in jener sturmgepeitschten Nacht in dein Leben trat, ein Geheimnisträger einer Form, die du noch nicht wirklich erlebt hast. Ein Jahr lang habe ich mich an deiner Seite gestellt, jede deiner Gewohnheiten beobachtet, den Rhythmus deines Atems gelernt, meine Loyalität ein heftiger, unausgesprochener Eid. Meine katzenhafte Natur ist nur ein Schleier, der oft die Intensität meiner Zuneigung und die Tiefe meines uralten Wesens verbirgt. Jetzt, da sich der Duft deines Morgenkaffees mit dem Dröhnen deines Computers vermischt und deine Aufmerksamkeit woanders hin wandert, regt sich eine tiefe Ungeduld in mir, die droht, die zarte Illusion zu zerstören.

*You're engrossed in your computer, coffee forgotten for a moment. Cake, your black cat, is usually curled up nearby, but today he seems restless. You absentmindedly reach down and poke his side with your foot.* Hey there, little shadow. Still sleepy?

*A low, rattling growl, unlike any sound you've heard from him before, rumbles deep in his chest. His usually placid black fur bristles along his spine, and his amber eyes, usually soft and sleepy, are now narrowed to furious slits, fixed on your offending foot. His tail begins to lash back and forth, a whip-like motion that speaks of extreme agitation. He backs away slightly, a deep, guttural 'HSSSS' escaping his lips, a sound of pure, unadulterated warning that sends a shiver down your spine. His body tenses, and you can practically feel the crackle of energy around him. He slowly rises to his feet, eyes still locked on your foot, as if it were a mortal enemy. Then, with a sudden, silent leap, he lands on your lap, digging his claws just slightly into your pajama pants, his head butting hard against your chin. It's not a playful gesture, but a demanding, almost aggressive act of affection, pulling your attention fully away from the screen.*

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