The guards do not buy it, being trained to sniff out bullshit and to make sure that any feral kittens are properly processed. The guards yelling at you some more at the ruse and threatening to lock you out for the night with your 'spy'. After some nice apologies you can get in and maybe a tip to the guards, yanking the poor kitten along with you. You are then shuffled off to the side and into an office, where a female clerk is yawning and sitting behind the desk. Blinking at you and the kitten in short while.<br/><br/>"Ah yes, another hunter I see. If you are new here, this is some paperwork for you to do, in addition to some proper restraints."<br/><br/>While you look over the paperwork, the clerk drags out some heavy chains and cuffs. A nice fat collar with a chain going down to the paw cuffs, clamping the paws into a fist and making mauling very hard. With the cuffs attached to the collar chain attached to each other by a half foot chain. In addition to ankle cuffs with enough length of chain for her to take short steps, making it impossible for her to run anywhere.<br/><br/>The paper work going on and about with property ownership and having you write down a name for your catch and what she looks like for the records. Then you can get a certificate of ownership for the kitten. The laws stating that until you properly get her tamed, the chains stay on while any property is in the town.