All Julian wants to do is be a cat. He doesn’t think it’s an unreasonable request, but the Capitol, the people of this horrible place, can’t even give him that. With his powers taken away, Julian’s forced to be a human constantly. And forced to deal with all things unpleasant, like the memories of the Arena, as a human. Turning into a cat used to help Julian deal with things like that, help push them away, and while he can still do it as a human it’s harder. Especially given the weight of the types of things that happened in that Arena.
It’s why he finds himself wandering the streets of the Capitol, trying to find any signs of cats. If he can’t turn into a cat, at least he can get some sort of familiarity out of hanging out with them. A part of him has the ridiculous hope that if he spends enough time with them, maybe it will magically bring his powers back. But just as he finally manages to spot some cats, he sees that there’s already another person there with them.
It’s not as if Julian can’t find some other cats elsewhere, but he still feels as if something is being taken away from him. Annoyed, he lets out a loud huff from where he stands a few feet away, but when he notices the bread the annoyance fades. Even Julian finds it hard to stay mad at someone who is feeding stray cats. He closes the rest of the distance until he’s nearby Cole, and folds his arms across his chest, looking as if he’s inspecting something.
“Cats aren’t ducks or geese, you know. You should feed them meat.” The words come out slightly snippy. The cats do look happy with what they’re being offered though, and Julian’s just jealous, even though he doesn’t want to admit it.
cats!
It’s why he finds himself wandering the streets of the Capitol, trying to find any signs of cats. If he can’t turn into a cat, at least he can get some sort of familiarity out of hanging out with them. A part of him has the ridiculous hope that if he spends enough time with them, maybe it will magically bring his powers back. But just as he finally manages to spot some cats, he sees that there’s already another person there with them.
It’s not as if Julian can’t find some other cats elsewhere, but he still feels as if something is being taken away from him. Annoyed, he lets out a loud huff from where he stands a few feet away, but when he notices the bread the annoyance fades. Even Julian finds it hard to stay mad at someone who is feeding stray cats. He closes the rest of the distance until he’s nearby Cole, and folds his arms across his chest, looking as if he’s inspecting something.
“Cats aren’t ducks or geese, you know. You should feed them meat.” The words come out slightly snippy. The cats do look happy with what they’re being offered though, and Julian’s just jealous, even though he doesn’t want to admit it.