[ti]scenario[/ti]Make the Morning Radiant and Light

Verai looked up at the crunch of footsteps- and he had to bite back a frown. This man.... just as much a pervasive cockroach as Kazuki, and equally as destructive. "Zac," He greeted, almost warily, like Zac had wandered in here while wrestling an alligator. He was about to have some biting comment, about him very obviously being the one giving the lesson, but then his eyes fell to...

"That is a fox." He said, rather obviously. He felt like that was obvious information. Some of the pokemon looked bizarre- the espeon and meowth being very mild examples, the... mime things... being far more striking. But the creature Zac had was... simply a fox. Maybe the tail was a bit thick, maybe a bit more flocking on the ankles, but... it was, undoubtedly, without a question... a fox. "The sign says cats. The class is for... cats."

Kitten and Sprigatito had assured him the sign was rather clear. It... he had put "cat " on the sign, hadn't he? That was there? Legibly?

Rose had never been happier than when Moab came back to her. They looked very different with no more wings or beak for that matter, which was really sad. But they were still really cool! She had been walking around with her chimeric Pokemon everywhere, practically refusing to put him back into a Pokeball. He had never seen the world! She had to show him everything!

"Ooh, and- and this! This is the Western District!" Rose declared proudly, grinning extremely widely.

"... Why do they call it that?" Moab responded, the helmet muffling their voice somewhat. The Type: Null's eyes were wide, examining everything with intense curiosity, but also a slight hesitancy. There were so many people. Caution tempered the boiling flames beneath the surface.

"Because it's in the west! Silly!" She said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"I see no fault with this logic," Moab responded, humming in thought as the two walked through the market street. Everything seemed so interesting, and Rose was constantly pressing her face right up against the windows, smearing them all up like she was never allowed to in real life as she window-shopped.

"... What is a cat?" Moab suddenly responded, looking up at a sign.

"What?" The little girl turned around to find her chimera staring at an antique shop, apparently reading the sign better from a distance than Rose could. "Oh! A cat is like, my little friend! Spriga- Spreege- Spreegah- umm, spuh rig uh tea toe. That one! The teacher lady gave them to me!"

"Ahh, I see." Moab continued to hum in thought, turning and looking at their limbs in confusion. "Am I a cat?"

"I-" Rose was dumbfounded, and she didn't know how to respond. She looked at their mismatched legs, the fish-like tail, and the weird helmet that obscured much of their actual face. The true answer would be if they had whiskers or not, but she couldn't see any behind that silly helmet! "I don't know. Let's ask them inside!"

"They also have free food," Moab replied, and that was all it took for Rose to climb up on the back of her Pokemon, and gently hold the door open as the Type: Null proudly paraded itself into the building. "I like free food!"

"Excuse me!" Rose shouted, only to immediately feel uncomfortable using her outside voice on the inside, and lowered her volume considerably. "Umm, is my friend here a cat? I don't know." She pointed to her friend.

"Yes, am I a cat?"

Verai couldn't help but giving Zac a disgusted, almost insulted look as he shoved three pastries into his mouth at once. Blessedly, however, more people were arriving. He looked over, eyes going first to the armored creature... and then to the little girl beside them. His attention instantly moved away from Zac.

Another girl came in, thankfully not as young as the first, offering an argument on... what a cat was. "Yggy's right. Their meowth is a cat, as is my Litten and Sprigatito," He explained, slowly and gently, praying he said the name correctly. Maybe the tooltip was broken. It didn't... seem to have ...vowels. "You and your pokemon are just fine. Please don't worry." He said, offering Rose a smile. Thinking a bit, Verai pulled a cinnamon bun from the tray, and offered it to the girl.

Verai had glanced over at Domino's sweeping explanation- but gave little regard to the veracity of her claims. His eyes, instead, were on the Mew. Such a charming little creature- and she'd said their kind were the ancestor to all pokemon. Was that true?

He had no way of knowing- he'd have to do research later. Focusing on the here-and-now, Verai looked over those gathered. They all seemed young... and had brought... a fox, a cat, and... two things he had no idea how to quantify.

So at last someone knew how to read.

"Okay, everyone," He called, trying to draw the room into some degree of order. Verai cast one last glance at the doorway, checking to see if anyone else was coming in, and moved to the back of the room by his litten and sprigatito.

"You should all have a table to work with, so go ahead and put your- pet up there." He amended, then looking over at Rose. "...if they fit."

Verai moved towards one of the bins, slowly pulling out supplies and laying them out between Kitten and Sprigatito. "It can be easy to forget, given how self-sufficient they make themselves out to be." Verai started, trying to balance between understanding, but not condoning. "But cats ned our help, and require attentive care- much like any other pet."

Verai held up a slicker brush. "Cats are constantly grooming themselves- But that can be dangerous for them, too. If they ingest too much fur while bathing themselves, not only can they have bad hairballs, but it can also cause intestinal blockages. Thankfully, the solution is simple: regularly combing out their fur." He moved to Sprigatito, gently brushing out his fur as he spoke. "It's more important for long-haired cats, like Sprigatio. It'll also have to be done more as the seasons change, and they shift between their winter and summer coats."

Next, he picked up a pair of claw trimmers. "Another way to keep them healthy is to ensure their claws are trimmed." At the mention, Kitten looked decidedly unhappy, ears pinned backwards. "While I understand these creatures get a lot of their enrichment via fighting with one another… They still need to be in a state where they will not hurt someone they care about, or themselves. As such, you need to trim the sharp tips of their claws, while being careful to avoid the quick- the blood vessels within the nails."

Next, Verai picked up a bottle of shampoo, turning to the immpromptu class. "Bathing your cat," He said, voice slow and clear. "Should be a rare occurance. It should only be done when your cat has well and truly gotten into something truly vile." Verai made eye contact with all of them, trying to ensure the message was heard. "If something does happen, though, don't feel like you have to get the bath running. I usually just use some cat shampoo and a warm, wet washcloth."

Finally, he pulled up a small toothbbrush. "Cats also need their teeth taken care of. It will help keep them from losing their teeth, and keep you from having to smell their kitten breath. You can use specific cat toothbrushes and toothpaste, or dental treats. The treats are easier."

Picking up another basket of supplied, Verai moved to each of his unfortunate guests. "So, let's take a moment to practice taking care of our cats- Which is more than just their physical health! They need to be physically healthy, but mentally too. And they need to know they're loved and cared for."

Instructions

• Click on this link
• Have your character pull out the item shown
• Use the item on your cat

Buzzster Hooperham Rose Garden Yggy Br00ks Domino

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"Let's see what's in the ol' bag, ay?" Buzzster said, sliding fifteen Oreos up his sleeve on his way to the bag. This wasn't greed, this was necessity. It was absolutely necessary that he stockpile everything he came across that wasn't nailed down. You never knew when times you be rough.

Zac stuck a crumby mitt into the bag and pulled out a Jade Face Roller. He'd seen them on a 2am infomercial. They were aimed at the elderly, the gullible, and the vain, which meant Zac had bought one secondhand the week he saw it on tv. "Huh. This is for cats too? C'mere Snee, let's get rid of those wrinkles!"

"I don't have wrinkles!" complained the cat, as Zac ran the cold roller gently over the feline's face.

"Damn straight," Buzzster said, switching to himself for a few rolls, then back to the cat, "and with proper self-care we never will. Weren't you listening to the teacher guy? Have you been brushing your teeth?"

Snee hung his head. He hadn't.

"Cheer up bud, this is a classroom, not a courtroom. Nobody's cracking down on you today. We're all learning together." He grabbed a feta and mint Danish off the table. "Here, chew on this. It'll do until we get you a proper brush."

Snee gobbled down the pastry, which left fresh pieces of mint between his sharp teeth.

"There we go! Long-lasting freshness." He turned to Verai. "Okay teach, we've mastered this roller and personal hygiene, that's next?"

Everyone agreed, Moab was a cat! Sure he didn't have pointy ears or whiskers like Yggy suggested. But Mew was a cat, right? And if they all came from cats, then surely he was a cat! Rose was definitely smart enough to know what Mew was, but now she couldn't help but stare and wonder where it came from!

She needed to start searching under the trucks in town.

As the lesson properly began, Rose did look at the table and quickly decided that wouldn't really work. He was quite a bit too big! He might break the table! She just hummed softly, gently pulling Moab back down to the floor as he tried to climb up.

"Just relax! You can sit on the floor! Besides, the table is tall. I'd need to step on a stool! This is good."

"... Acceptable. Is this class just about pampering cats?" He whispered to his trainer quietly so as to not interrupt the lesson.

The two of them stood there quietly, listening like Rose was back in school. Shampoo, trimming claws, combing fur, it was honestly rather interesting. "No... It's worse. It's like. When I got told how to take a bath. This is silly. Where are the bubbles? At least make baths fun."

After they were given permission to practice, she reached into the bag and slowly pulled out a toothbrush. She stood there, stumped, staring at the helmet.

"What is wrong," Moab began, turning to face their trainer. "And what is it that you have there? This seems a most unorthodox lesson, but what do I know? When do we get to eat?"

"Some people already had snacks! We didn't grab any before our lesson. This just means we get to eat them all after! But don't distract me, silly! I'm trying to figure out how to brush your teeth. You do have teeth, right?"

"Of course I do. They're... hmm. Inside my helmet. How do we take it off?"

"I don't know! But, uh-" Rose frowned softly, taking the toothbrush and shampoo, and just began scrubbing it on the helmet, about where a mouth would be.

"... Rose, this isn't doing much-"

"Shhh." Rose hushed him, continuing to brush the helmet with the toothbrush. "If the teacher notices, we might not get a good grade."