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Lil Lost Kitten
Pika slowly pads down the street, looking around, then sniffing, searching in vain for a familiar scent.
Her tiny Bat cowl was still on, but half the cape burnt off, beneath her fur singed and ruffled, and the tiny thing was walking with a slight limp.
She looked around, then wailed softly, limping to a manhole cover and sniffing it. But there were no scents on it, and when she knocked her paw on it, but there was no answer.
The tiny orange kitten looked up, eyes widdening wen she smelled electricity. A moment later there was a crack and then a downpour.
The tiny kitten hurried under a garbage can lid, which was leaning against the can it had fallen from. There she cowered, mewing loudly, wishing for her friends to come find her.
Her tiny Bat cowl was still on, but half the cape burnt off, beneath her fur singed and ruffled, and the tiny thing was walking with a slight limp.
She looked around, then wailed softly, limping to a manhole cover and sniffing it. But there were no scents on it, and when she knocked her paw on it, but there was no answer.
The tiny orange kitten looked up, eyes widdening wen she smelled electricity. A moment later there was a crack and then a downpour.
The tiny kitten hurried under a garbage can lid, which was leaning against the can it had fallen from. There she cowered, mewing loudly, wishing for her friends to come find her.
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Reminiscent of home, the woman, clad in a black trenchcoat with a hood, muses. She rounds the bend, not really watching where she was going. Her toes scrape the side of a tin trashcan lid and she stumbles a few steps, pausing to regain her footing, cursing loudly.
"Stupid messy idiots," she says to herself. "Leaving rubbish bins in the middle of a road...."
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She was cold, wet, hurt, alone, and now her only shelter had fallen on her and was slowly filling with water.
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"Well now," she says, looking down at the small kitten. "How'd you end up out here?" She reached a finger toward the scared animal and waited.
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The poor thing was cold and wet...
Some may say that Shasta is indiscriminate, some may say she's heartless, but even she can't resist a cute little feline.
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The tiny tennisball of fur mewed, then licked the hand, glad to be at last safe.
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That would do.
Still hugging Pika close to her chest, Shasta looked down at the little thing and grinned.
"Shall we go inside and get warm?" she inquired softly.
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She very quickly ordered a mocha soy latte and sat down in the furthest back corner of the place, only letting go of Pika once she was settled and sure that nobody would bother them.
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"Maybe we should take this off, hm?"
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"And if I didn't know any better I'd say that you're not an ordinary cat."
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Then her ears and head drooped as her tail stopped. She opened her tiny muzzle and mewed sadly, remembering the battle to save the nice Dark Girl, when she and small Batman were gone, and jumping at the Mean Man's face. Then she was thrown, and hit a wall, and then woke up alone and burnt, and got very lost and very, very scared. She was only a kitten, after all.
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"Well, I don't speak cat," she said. "But you look like you don't know where you are, even if you dress up like a superhero."
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She took a sip of her mocha soy latte.
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