RAOW! Hello again. I have officially given up with DOA as no one liked it (apart from StripySockz and Harknessgirl... thanks honeys! oh and Megan :D). Anyway this was going to be a one-shot and I just couldn't stop writing! I wrote the first few paragraphs at 11:00 at night and when Megan beta'd it she basically highlighted it all and said it didn't make sense. Oops. Anyway enjoy this fluffy (quite literally) fic!
Disclaimer: Colin Morgan & Bradley James and the rest of the people in this fic are owned by their parents. Merlin is not mine :D
Uther had wondered when Camelot had gone downhill. Perhaps it was twenty years ago when Arthur was born and he had rid the castle of all forms of magic. Maybe it was when Nimueh had made a return and people had started to try and assassinate both the King and his son. Or maybe it was nearly the Midsummer Day, around noon, when four members of the court vanished and the then castle became overrun with cats. Uther may not be a good King in many ways, but he knew something was wrong when a small cat was trying to claw its way into his chambers, only succeeding in scratching at the guard's face as he tried to restrain the animal from entering.
There had been other strange occurrences with felines recently, with maid's tripping over the beasts and dropping their workload and Knights getting distracting when one of the cats jumped onto their backs and started hissing and yowling. The King had no idea how many cats were roaming the castle, but he knew they were well known for sly and mischievous behaviour, although never quite on this scale. Once or twice he would find a cat dropping a dead rat in the middle of a corridor, although servants always cleared it away before it was noticed, but he was truly surprised at how much cats had changed since he was younger.
Maybe there was something in the water…
One of the other problems was that of the disappearance of four people, two unsurprisingly being his son and Ward. The pair had always snuck off together for years to try and play pranks in the forest and would often disappear for hours, causing their nurses grief. It was odd this time, though, as no one had seen them leave the castle. The guards always had good memories, despite their frequent stupidity, but they reported four people never left, especially the Prince.
Uther decided the guards had memories like a sieve and it had slipped their minds that his son and accomplices had exited Camelot. It was impossible that the group were still inside the castle; he had sent guards to search every nook and cranny, but with no avail.
The other two missing were Morgana and Arthur's maid and servant, whom had most likely gone with them. The King had paid a visit to the Court Physician whose Ward was Martin (or was it Merlin?). Gaius explained that they had probably gone to his home village, as Merlin had been apparently talking about it frequently and had been getting homesick.
Uther decided to punish them when they return. He hated it when Arthur didn't tell him where he was going, and he especially hated when he disobeyed him. There was a feast coming up soon and he had told him not to make any plans to go hunting, or go gallivanting after some monster with his manservant. Does he listen? No. A few days in the stocks for all four of them will do them a world of good.
To summarise; he needed to find the mischievous bunch that had left Camelot without permission and secondly, he needed to get rid of the growing population of cats that were roaming the castle.
A few days earlier…
Merlin had always loved animals, and animals had always loved him. Hunith and he never had a pet of their own when he lived back in Ealdor, so he would try and chase after the chickens until they cooperated. Okay, so maybe not every animal loved him. The poultry would squawk in protest and flap about as Merlin tried to pick them up and pet them. But whenever Merlin tried to harass the hens no eggs would be produced for a week. In conclusion, the young warlock would get a slap over the head from Maria, the woman who tended the chickens, and he learnt never to go near the feathery beasts again.
Dogs liked him, though. They would lick at his face and wag their tails, begging to be walked, stroked and loved. Maybe it was just because Arthur was never intimate with them and would usually smack them if they did something wrong. Merlin would never hit the dogs though; they were far too cute to get harmed. The Prince just called him a girl and left him to take fourteen dogs for a walk in the slippery mud. He looked like one of the canines after that walk.
Cats were even easier than dogs. They were spotted all around Camelot, especially in the barns and stables (which Merlin had to muck out frequently). The felines were there only for the purpose of catching the rats and mice that caused havoc and scared the life out of the maids. Cats would often purr around Merlin's legs, arching their backs and rubbing their faces against his feet. The boy would instantly forget about Arthur's washing and bend down to stroke the animal, making the purring intensify. Yes, cats were his favourite animal, and if he could be any animal in the world, it would be them.
He didn't want to change, though. Merlin liked being human. It was only theoretically that he would be a cat. If he had to choose.
So here he was, sitting cross-legged on his bed, magic book on lap, just idly thinking about the spells as he lazily turned over the page. Bur the next spell caught his eye. It was about changing your form into an animal, and he memorized the words and thought them over in his head. It wasn't just his form; it could be anyone's. He thought of changing his friends into different animals, but decided that it wouldn't be a good idea. For starters, Arthur would probably kill him.
Not only could he change people into animals, but the spell underneath it described that you could conjure up any animal of your desire. This would be much safer than the other enchantment, so he decided to try it out.
Stupidly, Merlin had thought he had memorized the right spell, so when he began to utter the words under his breath, wishing for a cat, he didn't know that when he opened his eyes, everything would be much different.
If Merlin could choose what animal his friends would be, he definitely wouldn't make Arthur a cat. The Prince didn't deserve to be a cat. Cats are sly and sneaky, agile and clever, sleek and beautiful, loving yet fierce. Morgana would be suited as a cat, but Arthur… If Merlin could choose, he would make Arthur a frog. Just for the sake of his own amusement.
Anyway, when Merlin opened his eyes, he swore his bedroom had maximised. His eyesight was slightly sharper and he swore someone was breathing in his ear it was so loud. It sounded a lot like the Court Physician, Gaius. Frowning, Merlin jumped off the bed and made his way to the door and shook his head. Why was the door so much taller? And where was that cat he asked for?
He peered under the bed, which was empty apart from that staff from Sophia. Surely the cat would've made an entrance by now? He decided that he would need to practice on that spell, but for now he needed to tend to Arthur's chambers. He was already late and was meant to be up an hour ago, but decided to leave it. It was nearly noon and in a few days it was Midsummer when everyone had a huge feast to celebrate the longest day. Apparently, years ago, people said that Midsummer and the days around it were the most magical days of the year, and it was warned that people really shouldn't practice magic as there was a big chance of it going wrong.
Merlin was an idiot though.
He didn't listen to those stupid whisperings; nothing would stop him practicing magic. And that, my friend, is how this story started.
Merlin went back over to the door and tried to use his hands to push it open, but he was surprised when he saw a furry black blob being raised and pressed against the wood. He stared at it in horror, then lifted it off the door and circled it to make sure it was actually him that was moving.
"No way…" He muttered.
He dropped the paw and ran, with four legs, over to his bed, jumping up to it and staring at his spell book. The warlock thought back to the spell he had said and groaned when he saw that it had been the wrong enchantment. No wonder Arthur frequently called him an idiot; he really was one. What was worse was there was no counter spell. Merlin was stuck. Although it did say underneath:
No counter spell has been found, use with caution.
He stared at the words, "Well that was helpful." He muttered, and then wondered if people would hear him talk, or it would just be meows and purrs.
The spell will probably wear off… he thought to himself and jumped off the bed, after successfully covering the book with his duvet. It would be too hard to put it back in the floorboards with his paws.
He stared up at the door; the next problem to tackle.
It was a surprise that his magic still worked, but he was thankful that it did. The door gently swung open as his blue eyes flashed golden. Gaius was still asleep, which was odd seeing as it was nearly time for lunch. The breathing in his ear intensified and Gaius' snores sounded like volcano eruptions. Sighing, Merlin decided to make a quick exit as it was nearly noon… Arthur was really going to kill him. He sprinted out the chambers as fast as he good, neatly dodging the maids and servants which were tripping over him.
His stealth had increased dramatically now that he was a cat, and wasn't even out of breath when he reached Arthur's chambers. Using his magic ever so slightly, Arthur's door began to creak as it went off the latch. He poked his head through the door and looked around the crack. Funnily enough, his master was still in bed. Well that's what happens when he doesn't open his curtains early in the morning.
Quietly, Merlin approached the bed, and could only see a small lump under the sheets. Grinning slyly, he jumped and landed right on the lump. A yowl filled Merlin's ears and the sheets jumped up and began to claw out in protest. Immediately the servant jumped off and stared as something underneath was trying to escape. Was it just a coincidence that a cat was sleeping in Arthur's bed under his duvet? Merlin really hoped so.
A honey coloured head appeared, wide eyes and shaking. He looked truly startled. Merlin looked him up and down and sighed in defeat. Was it just a coincidence that the cat bore the same fur colour as the hair on Arthur's head, and owned the same piercing blue eyes? The chances of fluke were getting less and less…
"What the hell is a cat doing in my bed? Did Merlin let you in?" And was it just by chance that the voice was the exact replica of Arthur's? Probably not. Although it was amusing to see Arthur think he was still human and trying to scratch his head and run a hand through his hair, only failing by getting fur in his eye. "What the-"
"Um." Merlin said, hoping he could think up a reason why both he and his master were felines, "I don't suppose… you know… how this happened…?" He asked.
Arthur stared at Merlin horrified, "Okay, I'm still dreaming," he muttered, "there's a black cat talking to me. That obviously can't be real."
"Sire?"
"A black cat which sounds a lot like Merlin. This isn't a dream, this is a nightmare." He groaned and flopped back onto the mattress.
Merlin padded over to the honey coloured cat which was far bigger than him and looked much better fed. Merlin caught his reflection in the mirror and frowned. He was completely black apart from a white tuft underneath his neck and a 'sock' on his front left paw. His stomach was thinner than Arthur and he looked much scrawnier, just like when they were humans. Just like his friend, Merlin owned bright blue eyes and a sort of characteristic look over his face.
"Arthur," Merlin began, "this isn't a dream. This is totally real."
"That's what they all say." Arthur muttered into the pillow.
"I need to find out what's going on." The black cat concluded, jumping off the double bed, which was much comfier than his own, and began to search around the room, "Okay so Arthur and I are cats…" He looked over to see the Prince opening his eyes once again and watching him lazily, "But why? And more importantly, how do we get back?"
Arthur pounced off the bed abruptly, catching Merlin off guard as the other cat shoved into his side and managed to pin him down. The young boy (cat?) struggled to get up, but Arthur, being heavier than him, hissed and kept his grip firm.
"What the hell is going on, Whiskers?" He growled, showing off his sharp fangs, "I am not in the mood for jokes. Tell me why I am covered in fur and have a tail!"
Merlin chuckled, "You wouldn't like that answer. Really, you wouldn't. Let me go and we can go see Gaius. Maybe he'll know what to do." He tried to get up again, but Arthur didn't release him.
"Merlin!" He snarled.
No, Merlin definitely wouldn't have chosen Arthur to be a cat. For starters, Arthur hated cats. Cats hated him as well. When the Prince was near, they would arch their back, bristle their fur and hiss if he brushed past them. He never got on well with furry, cuddly creatures. That was Merlin's job. Arthur liked hunting, not stroking.
Right now his master sounded more like a rabid dog which got its paw stuck in a bear trap. He certainly needed to work on his cat-like skills if he wanted to pass as a feline. Not that he would want to look and act like a cat.
"Sire… I may have done something a bit… wrong," He admitted as Arthur watched him with intent eyes.
"How do you mean wrong?" He asked, not letting his grip down.
Swallowing, Merlin knew that he would have to admit his gift. He would have to tell him everything. Arthur as a cat may have its benefits, though. He couldn't hold a sword for one thing, and he also couldn't order anyone into the stocks. Merlin wouldn't fit in the stocks.
Taking a deep breath, Merlin opened his mouth…
Then two more cats entered his chambers.
Arthur immediately released Merlin and stared at the pair who were staring wide-eyed right back at him.
"What is this?!" Arthur cried, "Mating season or something?"
"Well actually it is that time-"
"Shut up!" He spat to stop Merlin from making a smart comment.
Both servant and master turned their attention to the two cats which were standing by the door and watching with mild interest.
The first one had thick, fluffy, black fur with silver eyes and an elegancy about her. She was slender, yet well fed, with knowing eyes and almost mockery upon them. Her nose twitched as if she was trying to smirk at the tom-cats. She glanced at her companion who seemed more frightened than her. She also had black hair, but it was wavier and much shorter and her eyes were a deep chocolate brown. Her physique was like Merlin's; thin and scrawny, but she walked as if trying to match the other cat's elegance.
"You really should stop bullying Merlin, I do wonder why he ever bothers with you." The furrier cat quipped, beginning to walk forwards, her shoulder bones mesmerising both Arthur and Merlin into silence.
"Mryff?" Arthur managed to get out, eyes transfixed as she made her way across the bedroom. The second cat quickly scuttled after her.
"Looks like you've suddenly got a taste in cats, Arthur."
Merlin recognized that voice. He stared at the female that was nearly nose to nose with his master. He couldn't mistake that voice for anyone else.
Before the warlock could say anything, the furry feline raised her paw, claws unsheathed, and swiped the Prince across the face, knocking him to the ground.
"Morgana!" Both Merlin and the other cat exclaimed in horror.
She watched, content at her handiwork. She had managed to knock him off his feet; quite literally. Never in her human life had she done such a thing, yet as a cat it was so much easier. Arthur groaned and scrambled back to all fours, glowering at the animal who was just watching in amusement.
"You will pay for that!" He hissed.
Merlin was too busy recognizing the other cat to listen to Morgana and Arthur's argument. He walked forward and stared into the hazel eyes and shook his head. He had stared at those eyes many a times before.
"Gwen?" He asked hesitantly.
She bent down and started to lick the back of her paw, watching Merlin from under her lashes (well… if she had lashes…).
"So all four of us are cats. Well this is just perfect! My father is going to kill me if I don't turn up to that feast in a few hours." She shot daggers at Merlin who was cowering behind the other female cat.
"I'm sure we'll work it out. Besides, being a cat has its up sides." She jumped stealthily onto the table, carefully not knocking over the goblet which had not been cleared up by Merlin the night before.
She peered out the window, tail swishing idly.
"I don't suppose you would really care though." She turned her chin up at him and turned back to the glass.
Yes, Merlin has thought correctly. Morgana was perfect at being a cat. She was everything a cat should be, and more. Arthur, however, was not so good. He watched as he tried to jump with the same sleekness as Morgana had done, but managed to knock over one of the plates, making it crash to the floor, spreading food right in front of Merlin and Gwen. He didn't stop walking while he was glowering at the fallen mess, so he managed to knock into the goblet of wine and it fell, unluckily, onto poor Merlin. Did he ever get a break?
The warlock's fur stood on end as the liquid hit him and he jumped up from next to Gwen. It just wasn't fair. Why was it always him that got covered in the mess?
Arthur stopped to look down at his servant and snickered, "That look suits you."
"Shut up, sire." He spat, and Arthur swore he saw his eyes flicker. Maybe it was trickery of the light.
"You're the idiot."
"And you're a prat."
"That makes us neutral."
"No it doesn't!"
Merlin huffed at how annoying Arthur could be. He jumped up onto the table, also without knocking anything over. He looked gleefully at the honey cat, who was staring in disgust.
"You stink!" He choked.
Gwen, who had been shifting from paw to paw, finally spoke up.
"Will you all just shut up and maybe we will be able to get out of this mess!" She exclaimed, glaring at all three of them that had all frozen and turned to look at her. Her eyes darted to each cat in turn, "We don't have time to do these stupid games, we need to find out who did this and get them to change us back."
Merlin gulped and hoped no one noticed how he was getting increasingly agitated as if he was keeping something from them. Arthur knew Merlin backwards (or so he thought) and knew his body language anywhere. Frowning, the Prince pushed Merlin off the table with his paw, sending him sprawling to the ground, yowling.
"Merlin knows something." He said simply.
Gwen and Morgana looked from the two toms.
"I-I don't!" Merlin insisted, "I know nothing. I… uh I never know a-anything! You know me, Arthur, I'm an idiot. Why do you think I would do anything like this? I can't do magic… I would be d-dead if I could do m-magic and stuff. But I wouldn't purposely do turn you into cats even if I could do sorcery. But of course, I'm n-not a sorcerer or anything…" He backed away, knowing that his time was up. Merlin couldn't lie, not for anything; he merely just twisted the truth most of the time.
Morgana decided it was her job to squeeze the information out of him. It was blindly clear that he knew something that no one else did.
Jumping down from the windowsill, she padded over to Merlin and circled him a few times, keeping her silver eyes fixated on his blue ones. The warlock was unable to look away; it was as if she was controlling him. Morgana had done this many a times before, but never had it been so easy. She felt a little sorry for him that she was just playing with him, but she kept her lustful glance only on the raven cat.
"I… well I-I uhm…"
"Shush, Merlin," She soothed in a husky voice, "It's alright, we're all friends here," She flicked her newly found tail across his face, causing him to groan. The male species were all the same, whether they were human or animal, all going after one thing, "now tell me, what do you know?"
Gulping, Merlin shook his head, "I c-can't say." Merlin frowned at his stutter; how long had that been there for?
Arthur sighed and felt like beating the truth out of him, but decided against it. Even as a cat, he'd rather not hurt his friend.
Morgana stopped in front of the boy and shook her head, "You disappoint me, Merlin. I would really like to know what you're keeping from me."
It was at that moment that the Prince found there were only three members in his bedroom. Gwen was missing. He decided to keep quiet and await her return. She'd probably gone to go check herself in the mirror or whatever women did. Then again, there was already a mirror in his chambers.
Frustrated, Morgana drew back from Merlin, even though he was quivering in excitement, or however men felt when they got turned on. She gave one glare at him before returning to Arthur's side. Merlin swayed for a few seconds before falling to the ground, out cold.
"What the hell did you do to him?!" Arthur exclaimed, rushing over to the black form, which still had steady breathing.
The seer chuckled, "I think he got a bit too excited, if you ask me. Poor boy probably hasn't had any proper contact with women before. It was all too much for him. Don't worry, by the time he wakes up we'll have thought of another tactic to get him to tell us how the hell we're cats."
A voice suddenly started the pair.
"You won't need to."
Gwen stood at the doorway, only a darkened silhouette. She beckoned them to follow her, and without any questions, both Morgana and Arthur followed her. The maid led them to the Physician's Chamber's and snuck past Gaius, who had now awoken and was fiddling about with bottles and vials, and ran into Merlin's room. There, on the bed, was a book.
All three got up onto the itchy and rather hard mattress and stared at the book for a few seconds.
"Merlin reads?!" exclaimed Arthur, "That boy is getting more and more interesting."
Morgana gave him a hard glare then used her paw to open the cover.
"It seemed odd, because Merlin had done a futile attempt of masking it under his sheets. I stepped on it and wondered what it was, so I looked in it," Gwen gulped, "I don't think you'll like what is in it, Milord."
Arthur stared at the unfamiliar writing with spells and illustrations on each page. His eyes seemed to grow wider and wider, before he sped out the room, not even bothered to hide from Gaius, who was pretty surprised that a cat had gotten into Merlin's room. When two more cats ran past him he decided to go in and see what all the fuss was about and wondered whether his Ward had decided to bring in some strays to look after.
When the old Physician saw the book wide open on the bed, he mused whether Merlin had clumsily left it lying about, or that the cats were actually reading it.
Although cats weren't that clever, surely?
*
Merlin was just waking up when Arthur barged into the room and pinned him down once again. His face was full of fury and his stomach knotted itself and he groaned. Please be angry about something else; please don't let it be the magic.
"How could you hide the magic from me?!" he yelled, claws dangerously close to Merlin's neck, "Do you think I'm stupid?" moderately, "Think I was never going to find out? Were you conspiring against us? Waiting for the best time to strike and take over Camelot? Well?!"
Merlin was finding it hard to breath and could hardly speak as a paw was clamped down on his windpipe, "Argha!" He choked, eyes beginning to water.
"Arthur, you're choking him!" Morgana shouted, "He's suffocating!"
Hesitantly, he loosened his grip on Merlin's throat, but still had pressure applied. Merlin gasped for air as oxygen filled his burning lungs.
Finally, when his breaths were back to normal, he started to speak, "Never would I try and kill you! I was going to say… I was going to tell you I was a warlock… but I didn't know I could trust… I mean…" He really wasn't doing a good job at him, "I'm sorry, Arthur, I'm sorry I kept it from you… but you hated me when we first met. Would you really have not told your father?"
"You lied to me," he hissed, "You disobeyed the laws of Camelot. You went against the main law of Camelot. I can't just turn a blind eye. I should kill you… it would be so easy…"
Merlin knew he could get out of this. He could use his magic to throw Arthur off him, but he wouldn't. He would do what Arthur thought right, just like he always did, "Kill me then," He said, staring, "I won't stop you. Just slash my neck and you can forget all about me." Merlin could see in the piercing blue eyes that Arthur would never be able to do it.
Gwen stepped forward, and if cats could cry, she would be, "Please, sire!" She begged, "We need him alive. He would never… he would never hurt us!"
Arthur still didn't get off him, "Swear on your life that you will never do anything to harm Camelot. Swear it!"
Merlin didn't even hesitate, "I swear, Arthur. I swear on my life, I swear on my mother's life that I will never hurt anything or anyone in Camelot. I use my magic to rid the castle of evil."
The Prince finally let Merlin go, releasing his paws and climbing off the dazed yet unharmed cat. All three watched expectantly at the warlock and it took a few seconds for him to realise they were waiting for him to tell them how they will get back into their normal bodies.
Oh.
"Well come on, change us back!" Arthur snorted, exasperated.
Ah.
"That might be a bit of a problem." Merlin admitted.
Arthur felt like throttling him again. Had he lost brain cells since he changed into a cat? It certainly looked like it. Why could he just give them a simple answer? When Merlin saw that the Prince was starting to quiver with anger, he started to speak.
"Well the spell in the book… there was no counter spell… and well… we're sort of stuck. I would've changed you back by now if it wasn't for that. Please don't kill me!" Merlin gulped and then he began to explain why he even cast the spell, saying how he was trying to create a pet, not become one. The trio listened intently to his explanation and Gwen sympathised, Morgana understood but Arthur couldn't quite grip how utterly idiotic Merlin could be sometimes.
"Maybe," Gwen started, "we should just have fun as cats for a bit. It must be great, being a cat; we can listen in on conversations and do whatever we like. There are no rules. Let's not worry for the moment and maybe the spell will just wear off."
"And what if it doesn't?" Arthur snapped, "What then? What if we're cats forever and we will never be able to change back?"
Merlin bit his lip and glanced hesitantly at Morgana, who was keeping silent for once.
"I'm sure no one will notice…" The warlock started.
Arthur began to hoot with laughter, "Merlin, I'm the crowned Prince of Camelot and Morgana is the King's Ward! Of course people are going to notice. Don't be such a blithering idiot and make yourself useful; go read that magic book of yours and try and find a spell which will change us back."
Silently, Merlin left the room without anymore arguing. He was sick of fighting with his master and just wanted a bit of peace and quiet. Although that didn't mean he was going to follow the Prince's orders. That was something a proper servant did.
He rushed back to Gaius' chambers where he was sitting, making a ghastly concoction which smelt horrendous. Merlin grimaced, but nevertheless approached him. He sat on his rump and just stared up at the Physician, hoping that somehow he would recognize him. Gaius did look up from his work, but he just shooed away the cat.
Merlin tried to meow instead, and then ran into his bedroom, fetching his blue kerchief which was lying carelessly on the ground. Merlin held the scarf in his mouth and brought it back to Gaius, placing it on his lap. Gaius just stared down at it and frowned.
"What do you want?" He asked, staring at the cat's expression.
The warlock yowled, then went back to his room and began to try and drag his spell book from his room. Big mistake. One the book was perching precariously on the edge of the bed, Merlin made the stupid choice that he could somehow catch it as it fell. So as the hardback began to topple over the edge, the warlock stood at the bottom to grab it, but succeeded in getting knocked off his limbs and crushed by the book. Merlin could hardly let out a yowl.
Gaius frowned and put down the bowl he was working with and went into the bedroom, folding his arms, "What are you doing, you mischievous little feline?!"
Merlin just huffed and remained underneath the book.
Then it struck him that Merlin could use his magic! Grinning, he made his eyes flash gold, and he levitated the book off him and rested it gently on the floorboards. He closed his eyes and memorised the spell that he had cast only a few hours earlier and the book whipped open and pages flew past his face until it landed on the same page he was on earlier.
"Merlin?" He asked hesitantly.
The cat bobbed his head and placed a paw on the enchantment he had written. Gaius picked up the book and read the words carefully.
"Oh Merlin, why do you have to get yourself into this much trouble? I told you to not practice magic on Midsummer's, you oaf."
He lowered his head and tried to do a shrug as best he could. Gaius sighed, "All I can hope for is that it is just a twenty-four hour thing. Try and keep out of people's way, I'll explain to Arthur that you've gone to pick some herbs for me."
Merlin stared up innocently at him.
"What? Don't tell me there's more!"
Gulping, the warlock decided not to break the news to him that the most important man in Camelot (besides the King) had been turned into a feline. He'll just have to find that out on his own.
Merlin turned on his heels and rushed off. It was hard communicating with humans.
When he arrived back at Arthur's chambers, they all turned to greet him.
"Ah, Merlin," Arthur grinned, "Just the person we need. Since we're cats we're going to have a bit of fun while we're at it."
Why did Merlin have a bad feeling that the word 'fun' meant trouble?
Haha. Turned on Merlin ftw! Why did I write that...? Wanna give suggestions to what you would like to read, 'cos I might just use them :D R&R?