[After a notification from the Animal Keeping team, Herbert made his irritable way over to admissions. Apparently, he's not only functionally a vet now, what with the animalistic changes to various coworkers, but literally one, what with the newest arrival literally being a cat. A talking one, certainly, but still a cat.
He stands in front of the cat in his shirtsleeves, heavy gloves he borrowed from Maintenance tucked under one of his arms. On his back, his wings droop halfway open like an injured bird, as he's forgotten to keep them tucked up against him again, new as they are.
The cat seems to be a domesticated sort, if scarred and filthy in a way that suggests he's feral. It's actually something of a relief that he's talking, because Herbert knows how to respond to that in a way he never really knows how to with normal cats. Even so, his cat inexperience is fairly evident because he keeps eye contact through Tigerstar's entire complaint, his expression shifting from flat to a mildly more intense stare out of bemusement.]
Are you referring to your treated injuries or to being placed on a table?
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He stands in front of the cat in his shirtsleeves, heavy gloves he borrowed from Maintenance tucked under one of his arms. On his back, his wings droop halfway open like an injured bird, as he's forgotten to keep them tucked up against him again, new as they are.
The cat seems to be a domesticated sort, if scarred and filthy in a way that suggests he's feral. It's actually something of a relief that he's talking, because Herbert knows how to respond to that in a way he never really knows how to with normal cats. Even so, his cat inexperience is fairly evident because he keeps eye contact through Tigerstar's entire complaint, his expression shifting from flat to a mildly more intense stare out of bemusement.]
Are you referring to your treated injuries or to being placed on a table?