OKAY. I KNOW IT MIGHT REALLY SEEM LIKE IT, BUT I MEAN IT, GUYS; NO SLASH

Disclaimer : I only own the furry little things. Yes, unicorns can be furry too.
Warning : Set after season four, Reveal fic
May Contain : A band of Floofs, UNICORNS, Terribly written spells, Cliffhangers to annoy the heck out of you, Aithusaaaaa (and Kilgharrah), Catboy!Merlin, King Arthur Pratdragon, the Knights of Camelot, GWAINE, EEEEVIL, Morgana, and a whole lot of MAGIC~
I apologize for any OOCness ^^
Thank you xXMistressMadHatterXx for letting me steal so many ideas from your reviews. Give me whatever rainbow pills the plotbunnies gave you.

FINALLY, introducing some baddies :3 NOW stuff can happen. Yet still some fluff lol (it's CRUCIAL)

Sitting slumped in a chair in her hovel was a very much alive Morgana.

For reasons she didn't bother to think about, a white dragon had found her, and saved her. She was grateful, but not indebted; she enchanted the dragon as soon as she was strong enough. Wherever it was, it would come at her call, and it would obey her.

She named it Deathbringer.

Deathbringer had seemed pretty innocent at first, but she had been training it. It was far more ferocious than the pitiful thing it was before.

And it was growing stronger.

"Gwaine, I don't think-"

"No, Gwen. I can. It'll be great!"

Gwen huffed. "Gwaine, don't you think he'd be better with-"

"I'll get him a comfy bed! And I'll feed him every day!"

"Gwaine, it's not that you feed him, it's what."

"Gwaine," Arthur intercepted, "He'd be way better off with Gaius."

"Actually," Gwen mumbled, "I thought he'd be better off with us. I mean, we have comfier beds and tastier food!"

Arthur gave her a look. "Really, Gwen? Really?"

"Yeah, Gwen," Gwaine drawled, "Arthur doesn't want him. Give him to me."

Merlin, whom they were indeed bickering about, was hiding behind a wall, avoiding them with all his might. When they started talking, he started listening. As the conversation went on, he came to wish he hadn't. Merlin was glad at first that Gwen was trying to protect him from Gwaine, but then she said that she wanted to take him in too.

Arthur, no matter what he said, had little power over his wife.

Merlin was doomed.

This was why Merlin, not wanting to hear any more for fear of being found, ran silently back to Gaius' chambers.

The warlock ran with no intentions of hiding himself, as the King had spoken to the people of Camelot, 'explaining' Merlin's situation so they wouldn't freak out.

Merlin ignored the stray hands that patted his head or ran along his tail as he ran.

Being a cat was strange.

Merlin skipped up staircases and past more innocent bystanders, finally ending up in front of Gaius' door. He quickly pushed through the door, vaguely aware of his tail's adrenaline-induced gesticulating. As soon as he'd crossed the threshold, though, he felt something was amiss. He froze.

"Hey, Merlin!" Percival greeted from where he was sat on Gaius' worktable.

Merlin inched around him, trying to find his mentor. "Gaius?"

"Ah, Merlin!" Merlin sighed in relief at the voice of the old man. No one would try to take him in (and he really didn't need taking in, he was a grown man after all) if Gaius was around. At least, that's what he hoped.

Merlin peered into his bedroom, where his father figure was currently smoothing out the sheets on his bed. "What are you doing, Gaius?"

The physician turned around to face his ward. He noted absently that his tail and ears twitched with more frequency when he was agitated. "Well, if you're going to be staying with Gwaine, then..."

Merlin paled, shaking his head and backing out of the room. "No... no no no no no, Gaius, no! You can't... but... Gaius!"

Gaius frowned. "Is something wrong, my boy?"

Merlin nodded emphatically. "Gwaine and Gwen are having a fight. Over me," he said, lowering his voice to a whisper so the suspicious knight outside wouldn't hear.

Gaius smiled. "Well, if they can get you off my hands for a while, then I'd be happy."

Merlin stared at him, an expression of pure sorrow on his face, complete with wide eyes and drooping ears. "But Gaius..."

The old man laughed. "Oh, not like that, Merlin. I just mean it would be nice for you to spend some time with your friends."

Merlin crumbled. "I see them every single day! I don't want to wake up to their faces on top of all that!"

Gaius snickered. "It would do you good, Merlin."

Merlin sighed in defeat, walking over and plopping down right on the spot that Gaius was straightening. Gaius huffed in annoyance. "Well then, should I stay with Gwaine or Gwen and Arthur?"

"Well, Gwen would be a better choice, but with Arthur too... I'd go with Gwaine."

"But Gwaine wants me as his pet," Merlin groaned.

Gaius giggled slightly, but ended up erupting into an unstoppable laugh.

"Oh, thank you, Gaius. For all your kind support," Merlin muttered. He stood up into a slouch, trudging to the small set of steps.

"Wait, Merlin!" Gaius forced out between his chortles.

Merlin turned around to answer, but misjudged his distance to the steps, and tripped backwards on them. He didn't even have time to yelp before he was caught in two strong arms. Merlin blinked. Percival's arms were holding him up, centimetres from the floor. The knight grinned and righted him, dusting off his head.

"You could always stay with me," he suggested innocently.

Merlin gawked at him for a second before flying through the door, making it swing violently on its hinges.

Had everyone gone mad?

Morgana was pleased.

Deathbringer was making great progress; it could already effortlessly suck the life out of a squirrel ten metres away. The white dragon's originally amber eyes were slowly melting to a pale green, much like the witch's.

When Morgana brought Deathbringer to a high enough level, it would be able to effortlessly kill humans; maybe even Emrys.

Morgana woke up to a nightmare, lashing out with her ever-present dagger, as was usual. She had stepped outside and called the dragon, ready to start a new day of training. The training was easy; if Deathbringer did well; she would pat him on the head or feed him a dead squirrel. If it made mistakes, then she would punish it; she had many ways. And she never used the same tactic twice. Yet no matter how much pain was awaiting it, Deathbringer always came back. The enchantment was working marvellously.

Emrys didn't stand a chance.

Kilgharrah was getting worried.

Of course, he knew he shouldn't be, but the little one was getting increasingly disobedient. Aithusa could fly, which was good, but where to?

The older dragon watched her sleep. It had to do with where she went every day, what she was doing. But Kilgharrah knew better than to follow; he had to let Aithusa learn on her own.

But where was she learning?

Merlin was hiding.

He was standing atop one of the towers, looking over the forest like he'd done with Arthur many times.

Leda was following him, giving him suggestions every now and then.

You could just sleep here; we could protect you.

Merlin smiled gratefully. Thank you, Leda, but I don't think I will.

The raccoon sat down pointedly on his foot. Well then, you should let them have their fun. They suggested it, didn't they? And their beds are probably way comfier than yours.

Merlin sighed. Why is where I stay based on how comfy the bed is?

She let out a dry chuckle. Well, I think you should stay with Gwen and Arthur. I mean, they're safer than Gwaine, aren't they?

I suppose...

Ayleth and Tinnig agree with me. Fethryn likes Percival, but he thinks Gwen is better than Gwaine. I think Mala and Enzo are infatuated with Gwaine's hair, though, so I didn't ask them. Peter can't choose; apparently they both have equally comfortable heads.

Merlin frowned. Really? I'd think Gwaine's head was comfier; he has more hair.

Peter already has his own thick fur. Sometimes it's nice to just sit on a rock.

Merlin didn't answer. He heard a loud flapping sound coming from the forest, like wings...

He whirled around. Tinnig! he greeted happily.

Merlin, the owl panted urgently, Arthur's looking for you.

The warlock's ears perked in alarm. Why?

He didn't say. Merlin, you should really come!

Alright, alright. Lead the way.

He hurried down the stairs after the frantic owl, followed closely by Leda.

If he'd stayed a second longer, he would have seen the powerful white dragon soar across the treetops, determinedly set for Morgana's hovel.

"Morgana has been sighted," Arthur announced in the throne room. There were gasps resonating in the large room.

"She could not have been!" someone intercepted angrily.

"Was she not killed?" another yelped.

"I'm afraid not. We must all be on high alert; we don't know when she chooses to attack again. And she will."

Merlin was the only one who stood in grim silence behind the nobles. Morgana had been fatally injured. How had she survived?

The warlock made a decision. He would find out, and stop her before she had a chance to attack again.

But whatever saved her was powerful, and he'd probably have to go through it first.

Sorry about the choppy paragraphs lol, but Morgana didn't have much to do... and nor did Kilgharrah. lol this chapter's pretty short XD sorry.
I just made Aithusa evil. Sue me; (SPOILER ALERT) I heard she joins Morgana anyway in the fifth season.

I definitely can't quit this now... not that I ever would lol

Yep. Everyone's fighting over Merlin. And a little more time with Leda, the raccoon! I think you've had enough Peter, Fethryn, and Ayleth for the time being XD You'll probably see Mala and Enzo (those two little blue bird things) next chapter.

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