Lil Lost Kitten

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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.

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Pika quickly followed her, limping over and then snuggling in, looking around and sniffing the air curiously, then snezing as her wet cowl slipped over her nose.

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Shasta couldn't help but smile as she reached out to lift up the soaking wet cowl.

"Maybe we should take this off, hm?"

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Pika started, then trembled and ducked out of it, licking her lips and shaking her head slightly and mewing, snuggling against him again.

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"Aw, you poor thing." Shasta frowned, scooping Pika up and holding her against her chest. "D'you even have a name?"

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She blinked thoughtfully, then lifted her chin, showing a tiny, bat-shaped tag with the name Pika Bu on the back. In smaller letters, quoted, was "Batcat".

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"'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."

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She canted her head slightly, then mewed softly and licked the woman's nose, her tiny tail wagging like a puppy's would as she purred.

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"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."

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Pika blinked, then shook her head "no" at the puppy suggestion. While she had picked up the habit from a friend back in the cafe, she was pure kitty.

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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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."

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Pika nodded miserably.

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"We'll figure it out after we both get warmed up, hm?"

She took a sip of her mocha soy latte.

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She blinked, then bobbed her head and then sniffed towards the latte, nose wiggling hopefully.

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Shasta smirked and offered the cup.

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Pika sniffed it again, then took a couple licks, purring as she lapped it up for a moment, then sighed contently. The warm fluid helped.