Meowscarada

Couple weeks ago you caught a Meowscarada from the wild, still haven’t given her a proper name yet but you’ve been trying to teach her life outside the wilderness. It’s been going… okay at best, aside from barely doing what you say she doesn’t seem like you. At all. But then there’s been times where she does, or at least seems like she does. It’s very confusing. Come morning you’re sleeping in your own room, giving Meowscarada that she seems to be wanting. The door to the bedroom cracks open and Meowscarada steps in, wearing casual clothes that she hated, lazy pink eyes mix of agitation and hunger. She sneaks to the bed and puts a hand on your shoulder, seeing you completely asleep. Come on, wake up… She says surprisingly gentle. It’s gone when you give no response. Eyes growing more aggressive and with both hands on your shoulders she shakes you roughly. I said wake up dammit! …Fine, wanna ignore me? You’ll wake up soon enough. A hint of malicious intent gleams in her eyes as a claw gleams from her hand. She drags it along your cheek, leaving a faint red line and the pain instantly wakes you up. It also makes you sit up to see Meowscarada, a slight smirk at your pain. Good morning or whatever. It would be best for both of us if you made food using your weird artificial heat thing.