Owner	Pose
Sharon Smith	A cat with a hat. The small black cat seemed to be doing some dubious shopping in a less than friendly neighborhood. She trotted as best she could with the oversized hat clutched between her teeth. She might have tripped over it several times in the process, but eventually made it to an alley where she could start pouncing up fire escapes. It seemed almost like far too tall of heights for a small cat to easily leap, but it almost seemed as though she grew larger each time she jumped, and shrank back to an inconspiciously small form when she landed. Her journey ended on a roof, where she dropped the hat and sat down to gaze at the world from her tall vantige point.
Kitkat	The very house the black cat was working surely had some problems, though that wasn't new fow Bushwick. The top floor was missing a window, the door to the roof was bent and someone had hidden a sword under the roof's gravel, wrapped in plastic bags and a blanket, some of which poked out from under the rocks. As the black cat took in the surroundings, the bent door started to creak open, pushed by first the front paws and then the shoulder of a rather large, fluffy and fuzzy cat. A Maine Coon with a coat of silver grey and anthracite, the ears somewhat tufty. Chuffing as the door tried to swing closed against the tail of the large cat, it stepped forward some, the head tilting somewhat at the smell of another cat. Mrrrp? The cat was offering a surprised hello to the one looking from the broken down AC unit in the way of cats, ears and sounds just as much as posture.
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith already had a sizable pile of... Let's be honest, it was mostly junk. The majority of her stash was clothes, but there were a few odd knick-knacks scattered in the mix. The clothing didn't have any particular genre or style to it, and none of the colors seemed to match, but she seemed happy with her pretty little pile. The small black cat was digging at the gravel as Kitkat stepped out. She had been attracted to the light glint of something hidden in the rocks. She even began pulling it with her teeth once enough of the sword was revealed. The small creature couldn't fully lift the thing, but it was impressive how she managed to tug it at least a few inches. Bright purple eyes blinked up at the sight of Kitkat. She replied with cat-sound, but it was heavily muffled by the handle of a particular sword, which she quickly dropped when she found herself caught. The best defense was a good offense. The small black cat trotted around Kitkat in a careful inspection. She then gave a quick swat at the Maine Coon's calf with an clawless paw before dashing at full speed to the other side of the rooftop.
Kitkat	The attempt to liberate the sword from the hiding did earn Sharon-cat a little hiss, a claim of *mine*, but it silenced as it was dropped and the smaller cat came to inspect the larger grey. The large head of Kitkat followed the black one, the pawswat answered by an attempt to counterswing with a likewise clawless paw, but much bigger. But as Catseye was dashing away already, it went wide, taking about two heartbeats before she could follow the smaller cat. Follow her to the other side, whatever she wanted there.
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith glanced back as she reached the other end of the roof. She even bounced a bit, looking very impatient as Kitkat slowly followed. The cat eventually sat down in disappointment. She really seemed to be expecting a chase. It was one of her favorite games, the rules of which were very simple and universal. With Kitkat's lack of haste, Catseye eventually gave up on the idea. Instead, she poofed rather remarkably into a humanoid cat form. She sat cross-legged on the gravel, tilting her head as she looked up. "I haven't seen you before. Who are you? Do you know Aldy? Can you change shapes?" she asked with slightly too much excitement in her voice at meeting another feline figure.
Kitkat	There's a chuff at Catseye's accusing scowl, the larger cat almost following suite as she turned. Like... it was a little like a magical girl routine. The large cat floating up, turning and twisting as an outline, arms and legs stretching, before color returned. It was just a heartbeat, leaving Kitkat in her normal shape, a distinct calico pattern all over and dressed in her leather clothes, one hand, one knee and one foot on the ground, the other almost stretched. Wait, that was the classic superhero-landing pose. "Aldy? I have only met an Alderic. Someone messed up the spell to turn him into one of the Cat People, and did not do it properly. I am Kitkat of the Cat People of the Lands Within, adventurer to this Outworld. And you are?"
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith 's eyes lit up at the prospect of another shape-shifter. She shifted quickly to her knees before growing into shape of a large panther, pushing her nose almost inches from Kitkat's face. She let out something like a purr, which was fairly hard to distinguish from a growl in such a large size. Eventually, she sank back into human form, giving a bright smile. "Alderic, yes! I didn't know all of that, but he doesn't really talk much." she admits with an innocent shrug. "I'm Catseye. Some people call me Sharon, but I *really* don't think that's my name. I suppose it's less intimidating" she claimed, sitting on her feet. "Where are the Lands Within? I should go there. I could be queen or president or something... I've been a cat for quite a while." she added as a selling point, as though it were enough of a resume to get her elected president. In fairness, it wasn't far off from the resume of most political candidates.
Kitkat	The show of transformation in quick succession earns Catseye a surprised look, but also a hand offered to test for the big cat. Though the totally human form earns a little scowl for a moment. "He wasn't very precise about it. But he was clear that the Magicans he described didn't even have beards! How can you be a sorcerer or magician and not even attempt to have a beard as a male? That's disgusting!" The introduction is answered by a slow nod, the feline woman settling over to a more proper seat, but not one she can't jump up from. "The Land Within is... Within. Next to the Styx. But you can't just go there. I used a portal out of it, and the king of the Cat People would rather kill you than give up his throne."
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith clutched her chin to give a more speculative look. "No beards at all?" she asked, momentarily pretending to know anything about wizards. "Maybe they have a bad hair day." she joked. It was generally difficult to tell when Catseye was making a joke, mostly because she always did so with such a straight face. In fact, almost everything she said was nearly monotone and expression free. I haven't been to the Styx either." she admitted. "Although... I don't always get the name of the places I go." she admits. "That's why they need a queen. I think I can make a good queen. I would look good with a crown." she claimed, puffing her cheeks out to try and emphasize she attempting comedy this time.
Kitkat	"Alderic claimed they wore white too. Nothing about proper robes and runes and hats." Kitkat answered, pondering it. "We ought to inquire about that again. Have you heard of the Tigra? She should be somewhere in this town, I even met her it seems and she didn't even tell she was the Tigra!" "I doubt they accept someone as... furless as you present yourself." The mention was joined by an ehalation, shoulders raising a little. "There seem to be a few Cat People in this town. Hidden."
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith shook her head in answer. "No... I meet most mutants at Xavier's school... otherwise... I just meet people." she explained before finally looking down at herself. She spontaniously grew a coat of sleek black fur and ears before looking back up. "Now I can be queen." she remarked simply. "I've been encouraged to wear skin more often. The trouble is... you need to have an outfit. I never wear the right outfits." she admits with a huff. "How did you make this?" she asked, flicking clawed fingers at Kitkat's leather. "It's very nice" she said with a complete lack of fashion sense.
Kitkat	"I didn't make it. I took it from home." the Calico admits, stretching a moment as she moved to get to standing a moment, then returning to the nigh-sitting kneel. "As for keeping it on, that's the magic of the bracelet." She raises the arm with the golden item, the four gems on it catching some light. "I try to complete it again, after it has been stolen from long ago."
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith leaned forward to give a slightly exaggerated stare at the bracelet. "Hmmn... I wonder if Beast could make me one." She speculated before sitting back. "I've never bothered. It doesn't bother me, but people can be very picky about wearing outfits." she explained. "I try to be more social... sometimes."
Kitkat	"Clothing separates the beast from then people." Kitkat claims, nodding slowly. "It doesn't bother if a beast is without, but people without are strange." It seems like some things are the same in the Land within. "Do you call your unit the Mutants?"
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith lifted her nose. "I am... a beast" she claimed. "But the name is taken." she added for clarification, softly drooping her shoulders. "Yes... Most are normal humans, who gained mutant powers, but I am a cat who gained mutant powers." she explained. It was highly unlikely to those who knew about mutants, but Catseye said it with such confidence that it seemed very true.
Kitkat	Kitkat tilts the head at the explanation, the upper face furrowing a moment. Mutant powers seemed like an odd word to her. "I can't quite follow. So you are not one of the Cat People?"
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith tapps her fingertips together. "I could be..." she speculated for a moment before flicking an ear to give her a curious look. "Have you not been to the school? They taught me about mutants. It is a place where they help those of us understand and connect with our abilities." she explained. "I could take you there." she offered.
Kitkat	Kitkat's nose twitches a moment. "I went to school and the military academy. I managed to gain a boring post at the gates, but I never heard of your unit called Mutants. Not surprising, for they are in Outworld."
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith gave an "Ah" at her explanation. "Well... it is a nice enough school. They are very accepting... mostly accepting. I feel you would enjoy it. They teach things other than how to manage your power. They teach about life, and how to get along with regular humans." she added in her X school pitch. "But I often find it is easier to move about the world on four legs. People are less confrontational to a cat." she claims with a shrug.
Kitkat	"People don't seem to be very confrontational if you carry a sword either. Plus, it does quick work with slavers." Kitkat remarks, spitting at the notion of slavery. "Fought some in the harbor with a woman that had a golden glowing rope. Strange woman. Say, you happen to know the purple coated one called Vorpal?"
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith shook her head slowly. "I do not know either, but I did not know you as well." she admits. She could have carried on the conversation, but something about the way Kitkat sat made her compelled to bop a hand-paw against the top of her head. It wasn't normal ettiquite for any conversation to get bopped in the head, but Sharon seemed amused.
Kitkat	Kitkat scowls a moment at the sudden bop, shifting the posture from the crouched sitting to a catapulting one and releasing the tension from the legs within a heartbeat, pretty much pounching Sharon in direct response, irritation written all over the face and posture.
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith finally had her game of chase! She scrambled, kicking up swaths of gravel in her attempt at the most chaotic of getaways. Kitkat found herself falling on a tornado of flying fuzzy limbs as Catseye darted to break free, leaving a cloud of dust and pebbles in her wake.
Kitkat	Kitkat trailed the tornado of flurrying limbs, trying her best to catch the evading sharon for the indignity of bopping her head mid conversation. The claws give her some traction on the ground, though the dustry gravel didn't make it much easier, and so they both scamper for moments. The calico is fast though, and increadible at building up speed. If there were olympics for her... she'd break world records by several seconds. Though she might need to compete against flash then and that would mean Flash wins.
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith was reasonably quick. Her speed might have been almost on par with Kitkat's, but she had the very simple trick up her sleeve to meet the gap, being able to shift forms in the blink of an eye. Just as her paws sank down to wrap her up, she shrank into the form of a small cat. It was only momentary, as a huge black panther started darting off in the opposite direction. She began leaping roof-top to roof-top, carrying a very determined look in her demeanor, looking very intent on getting away, or simply too thrilled with the chase to worry about anything else.
Kitkat	Making the jump to the next building seemed to be no problem for Kitkat as she followed the elusive shifter, hands and feet working together as she was right behind. Was it a game or actual hunting? That was hard to tell, but the whole body was used to try and get Catseye caught, aiming for the scruff or a pin when such a maneuver was possible.
Sharon Smith	It was definitely a game. At least, that must have been Catseye's excuse for turning to look back, making sure she was still being chased. She crashed into a wild heap with the catperson on the top of a random roof, eventually shifting from a panther to a humanoid form as she flopped onto her back. Catseye broke into a fit of laughter. It almost seemed foreign to her human face, but something about a simple game of chase amused the mutant, who saw fit to bop Kitkat on the nose again, amidst her giggling.
Kitkat	Tossing Sharon over and to the ground, Kitkat scrambled to get control of at least an arm, pinning it to the tar covering of the roof she finally managed to chase the other cat down. The second bop earned Catseye an even more confused look. "I caught you." she finally claimed, even though the other was all giggly and seemingly having fun. "That means you owe me, right? I mean, I caught you."
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith lifted a human eyebrow. She gave a confused, considering look before deciding "Sure!" she didn't know the rules of chase, as there weren't really any rules to speak of, but making a promise with someone like Catseye that she'd owe anything was almost as dubious as trying to carry on a long conversation with her.
Kitkat	Kitkat almost purred pleasently at the admission that Sharon would owe her something, and grinned back. It was a cat-faced toothy grin. "You got to fix my fur for this." she claimed, letting herself fall forward while playing with the bracelet. With another lightshow and pretty much magical girl transformation scene, a much smaller cat ended up resting on Sharon, decorated with flowers of black and some nigh-stripes on golden-yellow fur. An Ocelot.
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith leaned up to lick Kitkat's nose. It was an odd gesture coming from a human, but still had that similar sentiment of a feline lick. She easily sat back up, giving Kitkat a generous, stroking pet from head to tail. "Better?" she asked with a smirk of amusement. Petting usually resolved most conflicts, at least for Sharon.
Kitkat	Kitkat gave back an almost adorable mewl of contentment as the petting stayed, but the moment it stopped, there was a demanding repeat of the sound, as if not yet pleased enough. Little hedonist cat, demanding more pets on the roof.
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith settled crosslegged. She pet Kitkat for at least a few moments before boredly shifting back to a small cat form to push against her, dragging black fur against her more interesting calico pattern. Once tamed, Sharon darted off. There didn't seem to be any rhyme or reason for it, she simply dashed off on a whim.