Merlin's magic (Oneshots) 1

Whiskers and Tails part 2

A.N.:// warnings of nudity i guess XD oh yeah, and a minor important death
- also it's open end, because I'm lazy :)

Arthur felt helpless. For two day, two entire days – nobody noticed anything.
It was exactly like the last time this had happened. Arthur jumped up random people he saw and meowed loudly until he was noticed. Gwen, Gwaine, Leon – all the people he trusted the most... They were utterly useless. They all just looked at him and went ,awww'. Ignoring everything he was trying to tell them.

It was hopeless. Arthur would try talking to Merlin, but the guy just gave him a smile before heading somewhere else. Focused and furious. Which was strange. Merlin should have noticed his disappearance. But Merlin looked like he was only doing his everyday work. Without bothering about Arthur. After that night when Merlin had told him almost everything about his secrets, Arthur would have assumed Merlin immediately noticed his absence. Or began worrying about him from the moment he didn't find Arthur sleeping in his chambers.

It was Arthur's own fault though. He used to do this sometimes. Heading somewhere, disappearing for a few days. When really he had just spend a few hours in the library or something. Or hung out with a couple friends in the lower town. (Because Arthur had friends that were not nobles. It was an open secret. But somehow nobody ever guessed that he went there.)
Most people didn's see him as often as Merlin did. So, if anyone noticed his absence, it should be Merlin. Or Agravaine. Arthur was a little disappointed they hadn't.

So Arthur just spend the most of the days in his own chambers. On his bed, playing with the ring. Testing if it really didn't work. Searching his mom's old belongings again in hopes to find another breaking curse object. All attempts in vain.
Today, Arthur had already given up. He sat on his own desk, trying to figure out if he could write with his claws. It was incredibly difficult, because cat bones didn't move like human ones did. Not to mention that it was basically impossible to write with only one nail. Or open the ink jar. He was basically just scratching the paper.

His door crashed open, to reveal Agravaine. Oh thank god. Finally. Surely, the guy had finally noticed his absence and would try to find his king.

He meowed loudly, holding up his paw with the ring. Up until now, Agravaine had never paid him any attention when he walked by. Or outright avoided him. This time however, he finally noticed.
And then – he sneezed. Because apparently the guy was allergic to cats. Arthur knew that. He didn't blame Agravaine for making a wide path around him.
Nevermind that.
"Shhh! Get out of here, cat! I hate cats.", Agravaine mumbled. Arthur couldn't really blame him. But his instincts – the cat ones – screamed at him to scratch the guy. Huh. Weird.

Then, Agravaine stepped closer to inspect the ring. "Where the hell did you get that." Did everyone talk to cats? Was that some kind of human instinct?
Anyway. Arthur had once told Agracaine how precious this ring was to him. That he never, under any circumstances put it off. And Agravaine should definitely notice the markings – the sigil of Ygraine embedded into the ring. If anything should give him a clue, this was it.
Maybe Agravaine would even make the connection between Arthur and the cat with a little research?

Agravaine sneezed again. Right in Arthur's face. Urgh.
If he wasn't a king, he would have scratched the man's face off right now. How dare he attack Arthur like that!

Almost violently, Agravaine pulled off the ring of Arthur's paw. And then – he smiled.
Arthur's relief faded yet again.

"I see, so Arthur has been kidnapped.", Agravaine shook his head. Arthur froze. He understood were the connection came from.
But Agravaine couldn't seriously consider this a good thing! Right?
Only seconds later, because it was apparently that time of the day, a maid opened the door. Such beauty, such grace.
It was Guineviere. "Arthur ?!", she halted at the door, searching for a familiar face. She had a basket of fruits in her arms. Obviously she wanted to bring him some. Like the blessed soul that she was.
Right now, however.... was just not the best time.