[ WP ] Every dragon has a unique hoard of things they like to collect . ( Like sofas , or jigsaw puzzles ) Your hoard obsession happens to be housecats .

The emerald green dragon curled around the one hundred housecats that lived in his cave. He blocked the entrance with his tail, and the cats milled around, too confused to fight. Some of them, those that had been there the longest, dozed belly-up or stretched out on their sides in the afternoon sun that streamed into the cave. The dragon watched contentedly. Gray, orange, and brown-black tabbies; tuxedos; white; ginger; calico and tortoiseshell; even a few Siamese could be seen. A few of the braver kittens walked stiff-legged up to him and shrieked. 
 
 Over the shrieking, he heard footsteps on the loose stones leading up to the cave. He looked out to see a little dark-skinned girl in a brown dress, carrying a sword much too big for her. He craned his neck until his face appeared in the entrance, and nearly laughed when he saw her eyes widen. But she steadied herself and held the sword out in front of her. The dragon wondered if she had stolen it from her father. 
 
 `` My name is Maria. You took my Fern!'' 
 
 At the sound of its name, the tortoiseshell cat with white paws perked her ears. 
 
 The dragon would have liked to say something clever in return, but alas, he could not speak due to his physiology. So he settled on a deep, guttural roar of hot air as a warning. But the girl stood her ground. 
 
 `` I do n't think you understand,'' Maria said forcefully, eyes narrowed. `` Fern is my best friend. Give. Her. BACK!'' She shrieked the last word, and her eyes glowed white. Blue ethereal magic swirled up her arms and collected in the sword, making it glow blue. She swung it at the dragon's tail. It connected with a blinding flash, and the dragon shrieked as what felt like fire coursed through every fiber of his being. His scales had deflected most of the magic, but he could still smell burned flesh. He stepped out of the cave, spread his wings, glared down at Maria... 
 
... and flew off. 
 
 Half of the houescats swarmed around her, the other half wandered off in a very catlike manner. Fern was among those that stayed, and she weaved a figure eight around her human's legs. Maria laughed and picked up her friend, and was followed home by a mewling swarm of dozens of bemused cats.
