http://i-small-one.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] i-small-one.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] batwomans_gotham2007-03-08 06:31 pm
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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.

[identity profile] teh-rest.livejournal.com 2007-03-09 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
It was bad enough she had now been in this strange city for a week without much to eat and without much of a permanent place to live (the hostel was getting downright aggravating, and she could only illusion herself to look younger for so long before draining her body's resources) - now it was raining. The kind of rain where the sky opens and the heavens boom and crackle and everyone gets well and thoroughly wet.

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...."

[identity profile] teh-rest.livejournal.com 2007-03-11 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Shasta hears the tiny shriek of a mewl coming from underneath the rubbish bin, and she turns tail and walks back toward it, slowly lifting the lid.

"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.

[identity profile] teh-rest.livejournal.com 2007-03-11 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Shasta reached out and picked up the kitten with one hand, cuddling her close to her chest.

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.

[identity profile] teh-rest.livejournal.com 2007-03-11 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Shasta looked up and down the street, her eyes finally settling on what appeared to be a small coffee shop.

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.

[identity profile] teh-rest.livejournal.com 2007-03-11 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"Very well." Hugging her black coat around them both, Shasta made a beeline for the coffee shop.

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.

[identity profile] teh-rest.livejournal.com 2007-03-14 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
Shasta couldn't help but smile as she reached out to lift up the soaking wet cowl.

"Maybe we should take this off, hm?"

[identity profile] teh-rest.livejournal.com 2007-03-14 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Aw, you poor thing." Shasta frowned, scooping Pika up and holding her against her chest. "D'you even have a name?"

[identity profile] teh-rest.livejournal.com 2007-03-14 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
"'Batcat'." Shasta chuckled. "Or Pika, huh... Well, I like Pika much better, so that's what I'll call you." She lifted the kitten so she could stare into her eyes.

"And if I didn't know any better I'd say that you're not an ordinary cat."

[identity profile] teh-rest.livejournal.com 2007-03-14 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, only a dog inside, eh?" Shasta giggled and placed Pika back on the tabletop again. "And now I wonder what it is you're doing out like you're a stray when it seems you have a tag and an owner."

[identity profile] teh-rest.livejournal.com 2007-03-14 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
Shasta just watched.

"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."

[identity profile] teh-rest.livejournal.com 2007-03-14 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
"We'll figure it out after we both get warmed up, hm?"

She took a sip of her mocha soy latte.

[identity profile] teh-rest.livejournal.com 2007-03-14 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
Shasta smirked and offered the cup.