The humanoid dragon is childish, far too blabby and innocent for its own good and also utterly annoying. That's Katarina's only deduction after spying at the two residents of the little secluded wooden shack in the midst of the woods over the duration of almost three whole days. The dragon is just too damn loud and happy, utterly obnoxious really, and the red, small scarlet kitten perched on top of a tree branch near the extremely noisy shack can only wonder why its owner haven't already bought a muzzle for the loud stupid creature. Or even better locked the damn dragon inside a cave or in the basement and let the damn thing just starve in there.

The red kitten growls and snorts, irritated jade-colored eyes calmly witnessing the shameful display of the big humanoid dragonling cowering pathetically under the bed sheets as its trainer kisses it for goodnight and goes to fetch the big dragonling a glass of water, and Katarina can only sigh in response and roll her striking emerald orbs in both disgust and exasperation when the big ashen dragoness instantly wraps her arms around the brunette and points a trembling accusing finger towards the closet.

Katarina then sighs once more and the red kitten almost facepaws when the trainer instantly nods and swiftly proceeds to open the closet and even check the dark corners of the bedroom for monsters and other beasts, calmly inspecting every shadow of the room under the uncertain golden gaze of the sheet-covered, cowering humanoid dragon.

That woman must have the patience of a saint, the red-furred kitten silently muses to itself, LeBlanc would have undoubtedly just locked the dumb dragoness inside the closet if her owner was to ever happen to be in the brunette trainer's shoes. The tiny red kitten then smiles sinisterly while picturing the dumb pale dragon's frightened screams before its feral grin quickly vanishes after the particularly cruel feline suddenly remembers various similar instances of herself being in that exact same position.

Well, not quite the same, Katarina muses again, since the red-furred monster has never actually been a powerful humanoid dragon or she would have already tried burning her arrogant trainer into a crisp, otherwise. But then again Katarina wasn't actually naïve enough to think that even then LeBlanc wouldn't have found some cunning way to turn her new strength into a weakness.

The small scarlet kitten promptly pouts as the dumb ashen dragon finally seems to calm down enough for it to allow its owner to kiss its pale scaly forehead. The human then wishes once more goodnight to the annoying big dragonling before the patient brunette woman finally blows the candle at last and the unseen feline assassin almost gags at the sickening sight she had to witness.

Her work for the day is done and so Katarina soundlessly jumps down from her hiding spot near the tallest tree branches and starts running on all fours, intending to quickly return back to her owner. Her spiked collar glimmers under the pale moonlight as the red furry streak hurriedly darts between bushes, flowers, rocks and overgrown tree roots. Her mistress certainly wouldn't be happy if she were to return back to her late again in two days in a row after all. Curse that childish pale mutt and her annoying trainer for making her waste so much of her damn time!


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Katarina finds her trainer reading a book in the suite of her expensive hotel, a silken white robe wrapped around her flawless milky body and a glass of old red wine held between her delicate manicured fingers. LeBlanc doesn't even spare her a glance as the small scarlet kitten silently slips into the spacious, luxurious room through the balcony's half-open door and climbs on top of the empty chair in the opposite side of the table. The kitten waits, still and quiet as a stone statue, vibrant emerald orbs pinned on the carpeted floor as its trainer keeps reading her book and occasionally pauses to turn a page.

"Welcome back, Kat. Do you have anything new to report to me?"

The small red creature slowly shakes its tiny head and LeBlanc's gaze doesn't even leave the pages of her book, but the black-haired woman instantly nods as if somehow witnessing the gesture of her pet and the trainer then starts tapping the sole of her foot against the floor in impatience.

"So then you have nothing for me? No secrets, no weaknesses, nothing to use to blackmail the girl or help us manipulate the dragon? You just came back to me empty-handed?"

Katarina silently gulps, her small scarlet ears now pulled back, pressing against her head, emerald orbs still examining the room's carpet as she forces herself to move her head and nod at her clearly displeased and impatient mistress.

"I see, I guess it's been a long time, dear Kat since the last time I've had to remind you of what happens to the people that disappoint me."

Emerald orbs refuse to meet her owner's gaze even as cold sweat already starts coating the scarlet feline's fur. Katarina's stomach is tied into a knot as she tries to maintain her pretense of calm demeanor. LeBlanc sighs after another minute or two of this oppressing silence and the red-furred kitten finally dares to take a small quick breath when it abruptly notices that the saccharine tone previously coating its trainer's voice has suddenly lost some of its fake disappointment and bitter frustration.

"Fine, I will give you one last chance to make yourself useful and redeem yourself in my eyes. Do not disappoint me again, Katarina…"

The sanguine kitten frantically nods and hurriedly makes itself scarce as LeBlanc quietly returns back to her book and sips the deep crimson nectar of her wine.


Notes: I found some pictures that perfectly showcase the way I envisioned Katarina's mood in this fic. Google images of grumpy cat fairy tales if you are curious. I don't own any of the artworks of course.