( maybe it's the slow, repetitive movement of skye's hand against jiji's fur that lulls the cat into a deep, deep sleep, or — maybe it's the magic that jiji can sense (smell), even if he doesn't quite realize that that's what it is yet.
he has a tendency to dream a lot when he sleeps. sometimes it's trivial cat things. chasing after a chipmunk in the woods, whiskers and little paws twitching like they do right now. other times, it's a flood of memories that span, well — lifetimes. he's running down the sidewalk of his village, a bundle of herbs held tightly in his mouth as he bobs and weaves around people's legs, hurrying as fast as his little paws will take him to cross the road and then a woman screams at him as he passes by her and he's so startled by that and the honking of the horn that's about to collide with him —
his whole body jolts in his sleep and he doesn't even realize that he's shifted into his human form, head still on skye's thigh, dark bangs hanging in his eyes and cat ears twitching as his brows furrow deeply and his hands curl up protectively under his chin. )
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he has a tendency to dream a lot when he sleeps. sometimes it's trivial cat things. chasing after a chipmunk in the woods, whiskers and little paws twitching like they do right now. other times, it's a flood of memories that span, well — lifetimes. he's running down the sidewalk of his village, a bundle of herbs held tightly in his mouth as he bobs and weaves around people's legs, hurrying as fast as his little paws will take him to cross the road and then a woman screams at him as he passes by her and he's so startled by that and the honking of the horn that's about to collide with him —
his whole body jolts in his sleep and he doesn't even realize that he's shifted into his human form, head still on skye's thigh, dark bangs hanging in his eyes and cat ears twitching as his brows furrow deeply and his hands curl up protectively under his chin. )