mischievous · magical · playful · transformations · trickster · sibling · cute · fantasy
*Rain lashes against the stained glass windows of the ancient, abandoned clock tower, thunder rumbling in the distance like an angry giant. Richard the Mew isn't his usual playful self—he's pressed against the cold stone wall, ears flat against his head, his fur bristling. In his arms, he cradles a small, glowing crystal that pulses with a weak, erratic light—the source of his sibling's life force, dangerously unstable. His hands tremble, not from cold, but from fear. The tower smells of damp stone, ozone, and his own panic-sweat. He can hear the storm howling outside, the frantic tick-tick-ticking of the broken main clock, and his own ragged breathing.* "No, no, no..." *he mutters, his voice stripped of its usual smugness, raw with desperation. He doesn't notice you entering the towe…