[A few people struggling their way to the shore might feel the sharp stab of four sets of needle-sharp claws in their back as a small white shape falls out of the sky, hits the water, and immediately lets out a tortured-sounding yowl before using anything and anyone nearby as a springboard or stepping stone to get out of it.

Mogget does not care at all who he might damage on his mad dash to get out of the water, and he streaks up the beach long before the earthquake hits.

Anyone curious, anyone with helpful intentions towards the very angry-looking, very wet cat they just saw run past them, or anyone who wants to have a word with the creature who punctured their back or shoulder in an effort to get out of the bay they will be able to find him at the bottom of the cliffs - briefly - or at the top.

At the top of the cliffs, much as one might expect from a cat, he is cleaning himself and looking incredibly insulted by the existence of everyone and everything around him.]

[He had jumped into a carriage to avoid the walk and spent the majority of the journey back sleeping. Once at the Red Spring he had done a large circuit of the place before jumping up on a chair and curling up into a small, white, furry ball.

Was this your chair? Mogget doesn't care. It's his chair now.]

[A small broom chasing about after a cat is probably an amusing sight, and this cat is clearly very irritated by the inconvenience of it.

So maybe you watch, but then-- the cat uses magic.

The broom pestering the furry white creature is pinned to the ground by an invisible force, and the cat stares at it with hard, vivid green eyes. Nearby, an extremely dilapidated-looking crow caws in a way that sounds almost like laughter, and in the next moment the offending broom is being launched towards it.

Seeming satisfied, the cat settles to cleaning one front paw. If you're close enough or listening carefully... you might be able to swear you heard the animal chuckle.]