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Trevors Odd Encounter Sr Kah 250223
On a stormy night in a rural, quaint home, Trevor is unexpectedly disturbed from his peaceful surroundings by a late knock at the door. Upon reluctantly opening it, he encounters two drenched teenagers pleading for help to rescue their cat stuck in a tree amidst the harsh weather. Despite the unusual circumstances and the late hour, Trevor's inherent kindness compels him to assist them. The teenagers, dressed for the storm but clearly unprepared for their pet's predicament, wait on Trevor’s porch as he braves the cold to search for the distressed animal. The serene ambiance of his house starkly contrasts the chaotic nature outside, yet Trevor steps out, donning makeshift protection against the elements to aid these strangers.
Trevor’s venture leads him to discover not just one, but a mother cat fiercely protecting her three kittens in the hollow of a sinister-looking tree. Braving the mother’s defensive scratches with only his shirt for protection, Trevor manages to safely retrieve the feline family and brings them to the warmth and safety of his home. The teenagers, overwhelmed by gratitude and the unexpected revelation of the kittens, express their inability to care for the new litter and leave them with Trevor. Left with the responsibility of finding homes for the three kittens, Trevor's mundane night transforms into an unforeseen adventure of rescue, reflecting his empathetic nature and willingness to help others—even the smallest of creatures—despite inconvenient timings and personal discomfort.
(Trevor's odd encounter(SRKah):SRKah)
[Sat Feb 22 2025]
In the open concept living area and kitchen of a quaint rural home
There is a bright and airy feel to this open concept living space. A the dual purpose space houses a kitchen with stainless steel appliances, butcher block countertops, and white cupboards with glass fronts on the uppers. A kitchen island or bar is what acts as a separator between the kitchen and living area. High stools with woven wicker seats are set along the one side for eating.
Off white walls and light natural oak floors furnish the rest of the living space, dominated mostly by a very large rug in a deep shade of blue and an overstuffed cream sectional. A low coffee table in a gorgeous rosewood is arranged in the middle. Another thing of note in this space is a great deal of greenery. Small and large, potted or hanging, there are ferns, monsteras, succulents, and ivy plants scattered all over the home as a form of peaceful decoration.
A string of LED fairy lights have been hung up here. Sort of shaped into a pinkish arrow that leads to the north.
It is night, about -2F(-18C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. It's hailing outside. There is a waning crescent moon.
(Your target has been flagged down by someone who wants their help getting their cat down from a tree.
)
Trevor settles into his living room after thunking the door closed. Shrugging off his overcoat, he hangs it on the clearly obvious coat rack that's there, and removes his shoes - settling them off to the side and plopping himself into a comfortable sectional, exhaling a little bit of a breath.
The open concept living space takes on a different character as night settles in. The room is illuminated by the soft, warm glow of ambient lighting, casting gentle shadows that dance across the walls and floor. The stainless steel appliances in the kitchen reflect the light, adding a subtle sheen that complements the rich, earthy tones of the butcher block countertops. The kitchen island, with its high stools and woven wicker seats, becomes a cozy nook for evening conversations or late-night snacks. Off-white walls and light natural oak floors take on a serene, almost ethereal quality in the dim light. The deep blue rug becomes a focal point, its color deepening to a nearly midnight hue that grounds the space. The overstuffed cream sectional invites you to sink into its cushions, offering a perfect spot to relax and unwind. The rosewood coffee table, with its polished surface, gleams softly in the ambient light, creating an inviting centerpiece for the room.
Greenery scattered throughout the space adds a touch of nature's calm to the night. Potted ferns and succulents cast delicate, intricate shadows that sway gently with the slightest movement of air. The hanging ivy plants drape elegantly, their leaves rustling faintly, creating a soothing backdrop to the tranquil ambiance. The scent of fresh earth and greenery mingles subtly with the clean, polished scent of wood, enhancing the sense of peace. The gentle hum of the refrigerator and the soft ticking of a nearby clock provide a comforting rhythm to the evening. The occasional clink of glassware or the distant murmur of conversation adds a layer of warmth and familiarity to the space. Every element, from the seamless blend of natural and polished materials to the thoughtful arrangement of furniture and decor, contributes to a harmonious and inviting environment. As you take in the scene, the room feels like a sanctuary, a refuge from the outside world. The play of light and shadow, the soothing sounds, and the tranquil atmosphere all come together to create a space that is both intimate and expansive. This is a place where you can lose yourself in the moment, where every detail invites you to pause, reflect, and simply be. The night enhances the beauty of the surroundings, making it a perfect setting for the unfolding of your story.
All of the sudden, there's a knock at the door! Now while this is not always altogether something unusual, sometimes it can be in this small little hamlet, and the later hour sets it a little outside the norm of things as well. The sound is a soft one, coming with a small rap-rap-rap. A pause, and then it repeats one more time.
Trevor glances at his watch, "It's.." he groans, "Fucking midnight," he mutters to himself - wandering from his comfy perch on the couch to the door, peering through the peephole. "Hello?" he calls to whoever is on the other side: perhaps a bit louder in this crackling weather.
At first there's a small pause, after all it IS midnight and maybe the person who's knocking wasn't really expecting anyone to answer; or had small hopes at any rate. "H-hello?!" A small, timid voice calls out in reply to Trevor's wary response to the late-night knock at his door and then after a small pause, the small voice calls out again - hesitant and unsure it even heard anything. "Hello?"
"Yeah, hello," Trevor calls back through the door. And then he does probably the stupidest thing possible, stepping back from the door to crack it open just a little bit. This is Haven after all, though, in most cases doors aren't really the best deterrents for the critters and.. other things that lurk in town. "It's midnight, what do you want?" Trevor calls through the little crack in the door.
Peering through the little crack of space that Trevor levies open, he spies what is the least dangerous and most suspicious thing one ever sees around. A pair of siblings no doubt, to be out this late in the night but they look barely on the cusp of being out of school. And man, the weather is coming down. Not just rain; not just snow; it's hailing and the pair of them are drenched to the bone. Now, apart from the late hour and oddity of the circumstance in general nothing else seems too off-beat about them. They're dressed in normal clothing, parkas and jackets with pants and well-aware the weather might be horrible. They share brown eyes and brown hair that's plastered to their foreheads beneath soggy winter caps. "Th-thank you sir!" The female of the pair offers. She points off into the night, while they try not to let their teeth chatter too heavily. "We're t-t-trying to get our little guy out of a tree across the street, and we're wondering if we can get a small moment of your time? She's a little small, and we're worried she won't make it through the night with this weather out tonight!"
Trevor takes just a half second to think, and his nature seems to get the better of him. "Yeah, yeah," he tells them both - cracking the door open more fully. "You can stay under the roof there," he gestures outside the door, but fortunately for the two of them. They're shaded a bit from the weather since Trevor has a front porch with a roof. Smart thinking that. "Hold on."
Stepping away from the door, Trevor pads off into his smaller home, opening a door into what looks to be a bedroom. He works quietly, not wanting to disturb the sleeping female in the room before he's moving back off, carrying two blankets.
Back at the door, Trevor holds up the blankets, "Here," he tells them. "If you want to stay warm." It's an offering, "Across the street?" Trevor narrows his eyes, and pulls a flashlight out, flicking it on, and begins to lace his boots on - smart enough to not go out in this weather with dress shoes. "I'll go look." He steps out of the house, making sure to shut the door behind himself. A wave of a hand, "There's a little bench there, you can both just relax there if you need. Unless one of you wants to show me where I'm supposed to be looking?"
Out in the cold, the night was dark and foreboding, with heavy clouds smothering the moon and stars, leaving the world beneath in an oppressive blanket of shadow. The air carried an almost electric tension, thick with the promise of a storm. The wind howled through the skeletal branches of the trees, which stood bare and brittle from the winter's harsh grip. They creaked and groaned, their limbs swaying violently in the gusts, creating an unsettling symphony of natural unease. As the first drops of rain began to fall, they splattered against the ground with a cold, wet finality. The initial patter quickly swelled into a relentless downpour, the raindrops striking the earth with a force that turned the ground into a quagmire of mud and detritus. The wind, now a roaring beast, drove the rain in sheets, slamming it against windows and rooftops in a deafening clatter. The sheer intensity of the storm blurred the world outside into a writhing mass of water and darkness.
Intermittent flashes of lightning cut through the night, stark and blinding, momentarily illuminating the stark landscape. In those brief moments, the skeletal trees, the whipping grass, and distant structures stood out in sharp relief, before being swallowed once more by the encroaching gloom. Thunder followed each flash, a deep, resonant growl that rolled across the land like an ominous drumbeat, shaking the very ground with its might. Inside, the storm's fury reverberated through the walls, each clap of thunder sending tremors through the structure. The windows rattled in their frames, and the flickering candlelight cast long, wavering shadows that seemed to dance in a macabre waltz. The fire in the hearth crackled and hissed, struggling to maintain its warmth against the encroaching cold and damp. The room was filled with the sounds of the storm, a constant reminder of the chaos raging outside. Rain pounded on, driven by the unrelenting wind, creating a symphony of white noise that masked all but the most persistent of sounds. Trevor provides these two blankets which is a kindness, and there they wait when he returns with them and they seem more than happy to take him up on his offer of temporary shelter out of the hail and the rain and wind while he takes a more studious look; and he'll soon know why they had some trouble retrieving the animal on their own.
Yet, amidst this cacophony, a faint, plaintive mewling pierced through, almost swallowed by the storm's roar. It was a small, fragile sound, repeating itself with an insistent desperation. The cries grew louder, cutting through the storm's fury, leading the ear to the source; a hollow beneath a twisted, ancient tree, its branches still bare from winter's cold. In that hollow, the mewling continued, a sad, lonely sound amidst the tempest. The cat's cries echoed through the storm, a reminder that even in nature's wildest fury, small, fragile lives sought solace and refuge. The storm raged on, but the persistent mewling remained, a poignant note of vulnerability in the heart of the dark and stormy night. The tree itself has been standing there for who knows how long. It looks sinister in the hail; the wind whipping about its bare branches and slashing sounds through the air as its thrashed about. But it's just a tree .. a tree creating a shelter for the owner of that plaintive cry. Score one for the two young teenagers they don't seem to be lying.
Trevor inhales, and exhales and trudges off into the night. Moving with the elegance of steamroller as his boots stomp through mud, dirt, puddles and whatever else has been whipped about. Onward he goes. Forward he goes. As he trudges and stomps, he cups his hands - blowing into them a bit: perhaps to warm them up, since he didn't seem to bring gloves with him.
Crossing the distance to that sinister looking tree, Trevor pauses in front of it. Cocking his head towards the sound. "Aha!" he exclaims proudly, being able to locate the desperate mewling. "Okay, okay," he mutters to himself, the words practically being stolen from him as the wind buffets him this way. "C'mere.." Trevor attempts to reach into that hollow - large, rough hands creeping closer. Rain soaks them, Trevor is soaked through at this point. Clenching his jaw, he bites back the shiver that runs through him. "Don't scratch me, please. Just make this easy. Come here.."
Oh, but for if our wishes were fishes, we would all be fishermen! Reaching his hand in, Trevor will almost feel like he's brought on the very thing he's anticipating but sure enough he can feel the cat but as soon as he does he can hear the hiss and jumble and pain as cat claws come raking out over his skin something fierce! BUT ... Trevor might know why. Not only is there a cat in there, there might be a FEW cats in there! This close, the mewling sounds like it might be more than one, soft sounds that could be kittens! If that's so, then it would explain the reaction from the cat trapped within. Moving them is possible, but Trevor will have to sacrifice his warmth even further no doubt to protect his hands if he wants to get them out of there!
Trevor pulls his hands back as quickly as he can - unfortunately for him, he's not faster than a mommy cat. "Well," he says to himself, "That explains that." Trevor glances into the hole - making sure to keep his face somewhere far away from any potential deadly claws. "Fine, I get it." Trevor is talking to himself out here, since those cats definitely don't understand him. Or maybe they do? Who knows, certainly not Trevor.
"Definitely going to fight me.." Trevor grumbles as he begins to unbutton his shirt. It's really not that nice out, it's soaked through - but at least it's some form of protection against dangerous claws. And then.. he tries again, this time leading with his defensive shield to help mitigate the damage from a claw.
Welp. The second try comes and at least this time Trevor has some protection if not a great deal when he goes reaching in. The attacks come but this time they cling on, which is better really for the time being. The small but motherly cat appears to have one ... two ... three kittens! They're still fairly small, though they're not newborn and their eyes are open! It'll be a thing to try and wrap up the whole cadre ... but at least it's a short run back across the street? ONce he's prepared ot make that run, Trevor will at least be somewhat relieved to see the two teens still waiting there, not having bailed or attempted to ransack his house while he dealing with their little problem.
Trevor goes for it. Just dashing across the street, "Hey!" he calls as he moves closer to his house, and to the teens. "Found your cat," he holds up the bundle of angry, wet cat. "There's.. a bunch of them, actually. About three in there," he informs them. "I gotta get them, so.. gimme a bit." With that, Trevor is running off again, dashing back to hopefully gather up the kittens. This should hopefully an easier time, since there's less.. angry claws coming at him?
Far less. The kittens barely know how ot hang on, but eventually and in short order, someone will make the taxi-ing back and forth until they've all been re-united inside the home and under the shelter of Trevor's roof. And this is for the better for that hail is only growing worse out there. But the two teenagers are grateful enough though surprised that their cat has given birth to a litter. After explaining that they can't really afford to take in the others, they thank Trevor profusely and stumble their way out the door, leaving him holding the bag on finding suitable places for these three new adorable furballs to go. One black, one white, and white bearing the bright orange and cremes of a calico mix.
Far less. The kittens barely know how ot hang on, but eventually and in short order, Trevor will make the taxi-ing back and forth until they've all been re-united inside the home and under the shelter of Trevor's roof. And this is for the better for that hail is only growing worse out there. But the two teenagers are grateful enough though surprised that their cat has given birth to a litter. After explaining that they can't really afford to take in the others, they thank Trevor profusely and stumble their way out the door, leaving him holding the bag on finding suitable places for these three new adorable furballs to go. One black, one white, and white bearing the bright orange and cremes of a calico mix.
Trevor’s venture leads him to discover not just one, but a mother cat fiercely protecting her three kittens in the hollow of a sinister-looking tree. Braving the mother’s defensive scratches with only his shirt for protection, Trevor manages to safely retrieve the feline family and brings them to the warmth and safety of his home. The teenagers, overwhelmed by gratitude and the unexpected revelation of the kittens, express their inability to care for the new litter and leave them with Trevor. Left with the responsibility of finding homes for the three kittens, Trevor's mundane night transforms into an unforeseen adventure of rescue, reflecting his empathetic nature and willingness to help others—even the smallest of creatures—despite inconvenient timings and personal discomfort.
(Trevor's odd encounter(SRKah):SRKah)
[Sat Feb 22 2025]
In the open concept living area and kitchen of a quaint rural home
There is a bright and airy feel to this open concept living space. A the dual purpose space houses a kitchen with stainless steel appliances, butcher block countertops, and white cupboards with glass fronts on the uppers. A kitchen island or bar is what acts as a separator between the kitchen and living area. High stools with woven wicker seats are set along the one side for eating.
Off white walls and light natural oak floors furnish the rest of the living space, dominated mostly by a very large rug in a deep shade of blue and an overstuffed cream sectional. A low coffee table in a gorgeous rosewood is arranged in the middle. Another thing of note in this space is a great deal of greenery. Small and large, potted or hanging, there are ferns, monsteras, succulents, and ivy plants scattered all over the home as a form of peaceful decoration.
A string of LED fairy lights have been hung up here. Sort of shaped into a pinkish arrow that leads to the north.
It is night, about -2F(-18C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. It's hailing outside. There is a waning crescent moon.
(Your target has been flagged down by someone who wants their help getting their cat down from a tree.
)
Trevor settles into his living room after thunking the door closed. Shrugging off his overcoat, he hangs it on the clearly obvious coat rack that's there, and removes his shoes - settling them off to the side and plopping himself into a comfortable sectional, exhaling a little bit of a breath.
The open concept living space takes on a different character as night settles in. The room is illuminated by the soft, warm glow of ambient lighting, casting gentle shadows that dance across the walls and floor. The stainless steel appliances in the kitchen reflect the light, adding a subtle sheen that complements the rich, earthy tones of the butcher block countertops. The kitchen island, with its high stools and woven wicker seats, becomes a cozy nook for evening conversations or late-night snacks. Off-white walls and light natural oak floors take on a serene, almost ethereal quality in the dim light. The deep blue rug becomes a focal point, its color deepening to a nearly midnight hue that grounds the space. The overstuffed cream sectional invites you to sink into its cushions, offering a perfect spot to relax and unwind. The rosewood coffee table, with its polished surface, gleams softly in the ambient light, creating an inviting centerpiece for the room.
Greenery scattered throughout the space adds a touch of nature's calm to the night. Potted ferns and succulents cast delicate, intricate shadows that sway gently with the slightest movement of air. The hanging ivy plants drape elegantly, their leaves rustling faintly, creating a soothing backdrop to the tranquil ambiance. The scent of fresh earth and greenery mingles subtly with the clean, polished scent of wood, enhancing the sense of peace. The gentle hum of the refrigerator and the soft ticking of a nearby clock provide a comforting rhythm to the evening. The occasional clink of glassware or the distant murmur of conversation adds a layer of warmth and familiarity to the space. Every element, from the seamless blend of natural and polished materials to the thoughtful arrangement of furniture and decor, contributes to a harmonious and inviting environment. As you take in the scene, the room feels like a sanctuary, a refuge from the outside world. The play of light and shadow, the soothing sounds, and the tranquil atmosphere all come together to create a space that is both intimate and expansive. This is a place where you can lose yourself in the moment, where every detail invites you to pause, reflect, and simply be. The night enhances the beauty of the surroundings, making it a perfect setting for the unfolding of your story.
All of the sudden, there's a knock at the door! Now while this is not always altogether something unusual, sometimes it can be in this small little hamlet, and the later hour sets it a little outside the norm of things as well. The sound is a soft one, coming with a small rap-rap-rap. A pause, and then it repeats one more time.
Trevor glances at his watch, "It's.." he groans, "Fucking midnight," he mutters to himself - wandering from his comfy perch on the couch to the door, peering through the peephole. "Hello?" he calls to whoever is on the other side: perhaps a bit louder in this crackling weather.
At first there's a small pause, after all it IS midnight and maybe the person who's knocking wasn't really expecting anyone to answer; or had small hopes at any rate. "H-hello?!" A small, timid voice calls out in reply to Trevor's wary response to the late-night knock at his door and then after a small pause, the small voice calls out again - hesitant and unsure it even heard anything. "Hello?"
"Yeah, hello," Trevor calls back through the door. And then he does probably the stupidest thing possible, stepping back from the door to crack it open just a little bit. This is Haven after all, though, in most cases doors aren't really the best deterrents for the critters and.. other things that lurk in town. "It's midnight, what do you want?" Trevor calls through the little crack in the door.
Peering through the little crack of space that Trevor levies open, he spies what is the least dangerous and most suspicious thing one ever sees around. A pair of siblings no doubt, to be out this late in the night but they look barely on the cusp of being out of school. And man, the weather is coming down. Not just rain; not just snow; it's hailing and the pair of them are drenched to the bone. Now, apart from the late hour and oddity of the circumstance in general nothing else seems too off-beat about them. They're dressed in normal clothing, parkas and jackets with pants and well-aware the weather might be horrible. They share brown eyes and brown hair that's plastered to their foreheads beneath soggy winter caps. "Th-thank you sir!" The female of the pair offers. She points off into the night, while they try not to let their teeth chatter too heavily. "We're t-t-trying to get our little guy out of a tree across the street, and we're wondering if we can get a small moment of your time? She's a little small, and we're worried she won't make it through the night with this weather out tonight!"
Trevor takes just a half second to think, and his nature seems to get the better of him. "Yeah, yeah," he tells them both - cracking the door open more fully. "You can stay under the roof there," he gestures outside the door, but fortunately for the two of them. They're shaded a bit from the weather since Trevor has a front porch with a roof. Smart thinking that. "Hold on."
Stepping away from the door, Trevor pads off into his smaller home, opening a door into what looks to be a bedroom. He works quietly, not wanting to disturb the sleeping female in the room before he's moving back off, carrying two blankets.
Back at the door, Trevor holds up the blankets, "Here," he tells them. "If you want to stay warm." It's an offering, "Across the street?" Trevor narrows his eyes, and pulls a flashlight out, flicking it on, and begins to lace his boots on - smart enough to not go out in this weather with dress shoes. "I'll go look." He steps out of the house, making sure to shut the door behind himself. A wave of a hand, "There's a little bench there, you can both just relax there if you need. Unless one of you wants to show me where I'm supposed to be looking?"
Out in the cold, the night was dark and foreboding, with heavy clouds smothering the moon and stars, leaving the world beneath in an oppressive blanket of shadow. The air carried an almost electric tension, thick with the promise of a storm. The wind howled through the skeletal branches of the trees, which stood bare and brittle from the winter's harsh grip. They creaked and groaned, their limbs swaying violently in the gusts, creating an unsettling symphony of natural unease. As the first drops of rain began to fall, they splattered against the ground with a cold, wet finality. The initial patter quickly swelled into a relentless downpour, the raindrops striking the earth with a force that turned the ground into a quagmire of mud and detritus. The wind, now a roaring beast, drove the rain in sheets, slamming it against windows and rooftops in a deafening clatter. The sheer intensity of the storm blurred the world outside into a writhing mass of water and darkness.
Intermittent flashes of lightning cut through the night, stark and blinding, momentarily illuminating the stark landscape. In those brief moments, the skeletal trees, the whipping grass, and distant structures stood out in sharp relief, before being swallowed once more by the encroaching gloom. Thunder followed each flash, a deep, resonant growl that rolled across the land like an ominous drumbeat, shaking the very ground with its might. Inside, the storm's fury reverberated through the walls, each clap of thunder sending tremors through the structure. The windows rattled in their frames, and the flickering candlelight cast long, wavering shadows that seemed to dance in a macabre waltz. The fire in the hearth crackled and hissed, struggling to maintain its warmth against the encroaching cold and damp. The room was filled with the sounds of the storm, a constant reminder of the chaos raging outside. Rain pounded on, driven by the unrelenting wind, creating a symphony of white noise that masked all but the most persistent of sounds. Trevor provides these two blankets which is a kindness, and there they wait when he returns with them and they seem more than happy to take him up on his offer of temporary shelter out of the hail and the rain and wind while he takes a more studious look; and he'll soon know why they had some trouble retrieving the animal on their own.
Yet, amidst this cacophony, a faint, plaintive mewling pierced through, almost swallowed by the storm's roar. It was a small, fragile sound, repeating itself with an insistent desperation. The cries grew louder, cutting through the storm's fury, leading the ear to the source; a hollow beneath a twisted, ancient tree, its branches still bare from winter's cold. In that hollow, the mewling continued, a sad, lonely sound amidst the tempest. The cat's cries echoed through the storm, a reminder that even in nature's wildest fury, small, fragile lives sought solace and refuge. The storm raged on, but the persistent mewling remained, a poignant note of vulnerability in the heart of the dark and stormy night. The tree itself has been standing there for who knows how long. It looks sinister in the hail; the wind whipping about its bare branches and slashing sounds through the air as its thrashed about. But it's just a tree .. a tree creating a shelter for the owner of that plaintive cry. Score one for the two young teenagers they don't seem to be lying.
Trevor inhales, and exhales and trudges off into the night. Moving with the elegance of steamroller as his boots stomp through mud, dirt, puddles and whatever else has been whipped about. Onward he goes. Forward he goes. As he trudges and stomps, he cups his hands - blowing into them a bit: perhaps to warm them up, since he didn't seem to bring gloves with him.
Crossing the distance to that sinister looking tree, Trevor pauses in front of it. Cocking his head towards the sound. "Aha!" he exclaims proudly, being able to locate the desperate mewling. "Okay, okay," he mutters to himself, the words practically being stolen from him as the wind buffets him this way. "C'mere.." Trevor attempts to reach into that hollow - large, rough hands creeping closer. Rain soaks them, Trevor is soaked through at this point. Clenching his jaw, he bites back the shiver that runs through him. "Don't scratch me, please. Just make this easy. Come here.."
Oh, but for if our wishes were fishes, we would all be fishermen! Reaching his hand in, Trevor will almost feel like he's brought on the very thing he's anticipating but sure enough he can feel the cat but as soon as he does he can hear the hiss and jumble and pain as cat claws come raking out over his skin something fierce! BUT ... Trevor might know why. Not only is there a cat in there, there might be a FEW cats in there! This close, the mewling sounds like it might be more than one, soft sounds that could be kittens! If that's so, then it would explain the reaction from the cat trapped within. Moving them is possible, but Trevor will have to sacrifice his warmth even further no doubt to protect his hands if he wants to get them out of there!
Trevor pulls his hands back as quickly as he can - unfortunately for him, he's not faster than a mommy cat. "Well," he says to himself, "That explains that." Trevor glances into the hole - making sure to keep his face somewhere far away from any potential deadly claws. "Fine, I get it." Trevor is talking to himself out here, since those cats definitely don't understand him. Or maybe they do? Who knows, certainly not Trevor.
"Definitely going to fight me.." Trevor grumbles as he begins to unbutton his shirt. It's really not that nice out, it's soaked through - but at least it's some form of protection against dangerous claws. And then.. he tries again, this time leading with his defensive shield to help mitigate the damage from a claw.
Welp. The second try comes and at least this time Trevor has some protection if not a great deal when he goes reaching in. The attacks come but this time they cling on, which is better really for the time being. The small but motherly cat appears to have one ... two ... three kittens! They're still fairly small, though they're not newborn and their eyes are open! It'll be a thing to try and wrap up the whole cadre ... but at least it's a short run back across the street? ONce he's prepared ot make that run, Trevor will at least be somewhat relieved to see the two teens still waiting there, not having bailed or attempted to ransack his house while he dealing with their little problem.
Trevor goes for it. Just dashing across the street, "Hey!" he calls as he moves closer to his house, and to the teens. "Found your cat," he holds up the bundle of angry, wet cat. "There's.. a bunch of them, actually. About three in there," he informs them. "I gotta get them, so.. gimme a bit." With that, Trevor is running off again, dashing back to hopefully gather up the kittens. This should hopefully an easier time, since there's less.. angry claws coming at him?
Far less. The kittens barely know how ot hang on, but eventually and in short order, someone will make the taxi-ing back and forth until they've all been re-united inside the home and under the shelter of Trevor's roof. And this is for the better for that hail is only growing worse out there. But the two teenagers are grateful enough though surprised that their cat has given birth to a litter. After explaining that they can't really afford to take in the others, they thank Trevor profusely and stumble their way out the door, leaving him holding the bag on finding suitable places for these three new adorable furballs to go. One black, one white, and white bearing the bright orange and cremes of a calico mix.
Far less. The kittens barely know how ot hang on, but eventually and in short order, Trevor will make the taxi-ing back and forth until they've all been re-united inside the home and under the shelter of Trevor's roof. And this is for the better for that hail is only growing worse out there. But the two teenagers are grateful enough though surprised that their cat has given birth to a litter. After explaining that they can't really afford to take in the others, they thank Trevor profusely and stumble their way out the door, leaving him holding the bag on finding suitable places for these three new adorable furballs to go. One black, one white, and white bearing the bright orange and cremes of a calico mix.