Bloody Paws

[BlacKitten]

Miu - 1

The ocean was truly a vast realm of boundless possibilities for even a fish connoisseur such as Miu had never feasted her eyes on such a marvelous creature. The grey kitten with a snow-white underbelly and paws suspected this to be a pufferfish. Coincidentally, the spherical fish, held within a fishing net, also had a smooth grey back and a pure-white underbelly, colors very similar to the feline’s coat of fur. It spasmed within the net, freshly caught from the shores and still living; the poor obese-looking fish might as well be a ball within a lacrosse stick.

“It’s… It’s so… chubby!” she gazed in awe with sparkling eyes at how cute this rotund fish looked.

Hmm… isn’t the poison of this fish supposed to be over a thousand times more potent than cyanide? Normally, I’d have to remove the skin and entrails; if it so much as contaminates the meat, then whoever eats it will be paralyzed.

But a true cat must never waste a fish.

“Well, time to eat you!” said the optimistc feline who gently blew a small puff of blue flames from her mouth, quickly setting the entire pufferfish ablaze, burning it alive.

Standing on her hind paws by the shores of Rondure Island, she held a meter-long shaft with a hoop on one end to support the net. She momentarily expressed a pensive look, reminded of the time when a bounty hunter with a scorpion-based Devil Fruit power injected venom into her, but for whatever reason, the venom didn’t seem to have worked. A poisonous arrow had scratched her, yet nothing happened.

“Hmm…,” Miu was curious and decided to claw out a slab of steaming, grilled meat from the burning fish and lower it into her little mouth. There was a tender, smooth texture to it. After chewing and swallowing, she didn’t feel anything. Had the poisoned kicked in, she ought to be paralyzed.

“That’s strange…, I thought this type of fish was supposed to be poisonous,” she was puzzled by the lack of inconvenience upon devouring of what was supposed to be deadly. But there was a strange taste in her mouth that didn’t belong to the meat itself. Was this the taste of poison? It was a taste that should have been off-putting to humans, but she rather liked it, adding a flavor to the otherwise bland meat.

Judging by the taste, this fish was indeed poisonous, yet the feline remained unaffected.

“One pufferfish should have enough poison to kill 30 adult humans. Maybe it doesn’t work on cats.” Miu mumbled to herself as it appeared that neither the toxins of a scorpion nor a pufferfish was effective on her.

“Oh well! More food for me!” the feline dismissed the mystery as she took the fish out of the net, ready to feast. The moment her paw made contact with her meal, the flames responded by dying out, revealing a fully-grilled steaming spherical carcass. She proceeded to chow down on the balloon-like creature by rapidly clawing out slabs of meat with her paws and shoving it down her mouth where her cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk.

Poison. Organs. Eyeballs, Bones.

There was nothing she wouldn’t eat.

There would be no trace of the fish left by the time she was done with it.

Another fish had been brutally murdered by the wanted criminal feline: Koneko Miu.

[Vio]

^{Scarlette #1}

---

The Grand Line had proven itself an unusual place in every aspect so far in the journey of Grimm-Rosa Scarlette, from the peculiar current of Reverse Mountain to the underwater isle of Blue Lagoon, and even the still and undisturbed waters of the Calm Belt. Now, however, with an extended family in tow, the Red Terror was taking the time to appreciate the next in a series of increasingly bizarre locales — the island of Rondure. With a vessel under construction by local shipwrights thanks to the efforts of recently acquired sibling John Kramer, the siblings were temporarily stuck until work was completed.

A perfect time to relax properly after the events of Champagne City.

“I wonder if people here ever get tired of how round everything is,” muttered the likes of Jack Torrance as he accompanied his elder sibling along the curved coastline of the land, enjoying the gentle sunlight that cascaded down from between round, white clouds. Torrance himself wore a plain white shirt, the top few buttons left open, and simple khaki dress pants with black shoes — a manner of dress in which he seemed rather comfortable as he strolled along.

“I’d guess not,” Billy Loomis voiced. The tall and lithe figure with the long face was clad in his typical long, grey coat and cowl, only a few wispy lengths of ashen hair pouring out from the hood as he kept much of his visage hidden from view, lingering behind Torrance like some sort of spectre to avoid becoming the centre of attention for all too long. “Besides,” he added with a cautious scope of his surroundings just to make sure he wasn’t being watched, “you all saw what those shipwrights were like when Kramer presented his design…”

“Round! Round! Round!” chirped Charles Ray, gamboling across the curled grass, dressed in his usual combination of checkered shirt and dungarees.

“He really is always hyper, isn’t he?” Yamamura Sadako, a girl on the shorter side with glossy black hair that reached right down to her ankles, asked. She currently wore a long summer dress and lightweight cardigan, with sandals on her feet, but much of it was hidden beneath the layered veil of locks.

^{“Yeah,” replied Scarlette herself:
“You’ll get used to it, Sadako!”}

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Grimm-Rosa Scarlette | #960018
Jack Torrance | #8ecce4
Billy Loomis | #969696
Charles Ray | #009696
Yamamura Sadako | #b089db

[BlacKitten]

Miu - 2

Both the island and the city went by the same name Rondure; everything was round – just like the pufferfish that the feline had devoured. The green, lush grass looped around onto itself, appearing as a field of upright circular rings. The leaves grown on trees were all perfect spheres. Even the animals from here were all spherical; those who roamed the ground maneuvered by rolling around like a ball whereas the spherical seagulls still flapped their wings to roam the sky like strange balloons. Every single building and structure were perfect spheres that were interlinked with one another through cylinders. They were elevated off the ground by at least a man’s height, and people would walk around these bizarre globes in a gravity-defying manner as if they were miniature planets.

Although the humans themselves were just about the only creatures who did not share the same round trait, it was very easy to distinguish the natives from the tourists as the fashion trend on this island involved clothings that were either cylinders or spheres. Whatever pattern, texture, or design that were woven into their clothes were likely to involves circles.

Oddly enough, Miu, a fellow tourist, blended right in with the environment.

“Mommy! Look! It’s a kitty!” a little boy pointed at the round feline upon passing by with his mother.

Lying on the ground was a spherical kitten, but she was round for a very different reason than the animals from this island.

I think I ate too many fish…

She was a glutton and could eat restaurants out of business, but even she had her limits. Feeling absolutely bloated, her white, fluffy stomach bulged out as well as her cheeks. Little stubby paws stuck out as she came to understand what it felt like to be one of those ball-shaped creatures.

“Ngh…,” She struggled and squirmed at first before slowly getting herself to roll around and maneuver just like one of those ball bears.

“Ho-ho! I’m a Ball Kitty now!” cheered the rolling cat as the world was spinning around her over and over until she was getting dizzy. She had no sense of direction, aimlessly rolling wherever luck takes her.

[Vio]

^{Scarlette #2}

---

^{“Well, Onee-san,” Torrance commented:
“You said you wanted to have a look around?”}

“Yeah. The others are busy — might as well enjoy what this place has to offer,” Scarlette replied, wearing a small smile upon her face as they wandered on and on across the promenade. The city of Rondure was a confusing thing to navigate, but much of that she had left to the rest of her siblings. While Kramer dealt with overseeing the construction of what would be their very own Grand Line capable vessel, Bateman and Lecter had taken it upon themselves to arrange supply runs and finance to gather all the necessities they would need before they finally departed. That would be some days yet, or so they had made her aware.

“Huh…? Look! Look,” Chucky cheered as they observed peculiar storefronts. Something had caught his teal eyes, which subsequently drew the one exposed brown eye of Miss Grimm-Rosa to observe what it was that fascinated him so. Rolling along at a rate of knots was an animal appropriate to the isle’s odd nature — a feline whose body was more or less spherical which had for some reason unknown captured the diminutive delinquent’s awe as it came a-rolling towards them.

“Well, even the cats are round here,” Loomis observed, now appropriately looming in the silhouette of Sadako. Fortunately, the latter didn’t seem to be all that concerned about his proximity in using her as a human shield against the eyes of the populace, and indeed kept a rather placid expression as she observed the cat approach.

“And… Stop!” Ray put out his hand to pause the bowling ball of a feline. A better look at it through Scarlette’s eye revealed something perhaps a little more obvious — said cat wasn’t intentionally round. At least, that’s how it seemed. To be entirely honest, as she scratched the back of her head with her only arm, she wasn’t too sure of her own silent assessment. Perhaps this was what cats looked like here? It was difficult to say…

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Grimm-Rosa Scarlette | #960018
Jack Torrance | #8ecce4
Billy Loomis | #969696
Charles Ray | #009696
Yamamura Sadako | #b089db

[BlacKitten]

Miu - 3

With spirals for eyes, Miu continued to find the world going around and around. Her triangular ears twitched upon hearing dialogue among two individuals which grew louder the more she rolled, indicating that she was approaching someone.

The moment she heard the decisive word ‘stop’, the feline abruptly halted her rolling, ending up on her back where her large yellow eyes blinked before casting a glance at a very short, chubby boy with auburn hair and teal eyes. This was the one who sounded the happiest at the sight of a rolling feline.

Next, the grey-and-white kitten shifted her glance curiously at a tall, lithe man with a long-grey coat and cowl who appeared to be in hiding for some reason. The few strands of hair from the hood revealed ashen-colored hair, matching his grey eyes. Was he afraid of something? He looked like a hunter was out there to kill him.

The bloated feline shifted her attention at the girl who functioned as a human shield for the tall man and appeared as a short girl with glossy black hair that reached down to her ankles.

Miu’s large feline eyes quickly darted back towards the man, speaking directly to him with a cutesy tone, “Actually, I’m not from here!” She tried to raise her stubby arm while speaking.

Her eyes then shifted towards the one-armed adolescent girl with black hair and dark chocolate-brown eyes. Quite frankly, this one looked like she went through hell. There were scars running across her forehead, right eye, left eyebrow, nose, cheeks, and screw it… she had too many scars for her to bother counting. She had seen crippled and scarred soldiers before, but none were of this extent - not even close.

W-What happened to this person!? She looked like she had died ten times over in a war.

“Hold on for just a moment. I need to digest,” Miu raised a little paw to allow these four to pause as the kitten suddenly inhaled a large volume of air through her nostrils, causing her to inflate even more. Then suddenly, the air hissed right out of her mouth as her body miraculously started to deflate itself like a punctured beach ball.

Several seconds later, the kitten regained her formal body physique, appearing like a normal, fluffy, little feline. “Ah!” She sighed happily, regaining her freedom of motion with her limbs. “There we go!” Rolling herself around, she stood up on all four paws before sitting back down on her hindlegs, now gazing at these four in an upright posture.

“Greetings, little humans,” said the talking cat despite being the smaller than all four of them. “My name is Miu. I’m just your normal everyday stray cat.”

Sniff! Sniff!

She poked her little nose forward, memorizing all their scents. However, one scent dominated above all else, and it belonged to the one-armed girl with all those scars. “My goodness. You smell like blood!” said the feline who gazed at the crippled one once more. The nose of a cat was fourteen times superior to that of human, often used to detect foreign scent that trespassed into their territory.

With an open-mouth smile, Miu raised her forepaws in the air as she asked, “Do you guys want to play with me?”

[Vio]

^{Scarlette #3}

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“It can speak?!” Torrance’s surprise was well-deserved. Scarlette had seen a lot of oddities in her time, but a talking cat? Well, that was a new one as far as she was aware. Then again, the likes of Cujo had proved to her that talking animals were apparently a possibility — but even the dog doctor didn’t seem wholly a beast. And if he was, his speech was broken, rough. This cat’s voice was distinctly smoother and more human to the ear.

^{“Hold on,” the kitten said:
“I need to digest…”}

Digest…? Scarlette watched curiously as the feline inhaled, then for some unknown reason began to slowly deflate to a more regular shape and size. What was left was a fluffy feline of small stature, who introduced itself in the most unusual of ways. Little…? There’s nothing normal about you, Miss Grimm-Rosa assessed in silence as the cat’s nose twitched slightly.

“Eh…?” Her head tilted. A smell of blood was one she had been told about before, but never had she really noticed it herself. Perhaps she was just too used to such a fragrance that she didn’t notice it anymore — only when it was in abundance. She waved off the comment. “I’m Scarlette,” the Red Terror said before gesturing to each of her entourage in turn, first to the simply dressed man with scruffy brown hair that he’d tied back into a messy rattail who raised a hand in greeting. “That’s Torrance. Sadako,” she gestured to the walking wig. “Ray — but we all just call him Chucky,” accompanied the gesture to the pint-sized man, and then to nothing. “And Loomis… Loomis?”

^{“The cat,” said the hooded man:
“It— It keeps staring at me…!”}

“Oh,” Sadako said, calmly, “he doesn’t like being watched.”

Loomis’ figure emerged slowly from the darkness — the darkness that was Miss Yamamura’s veil of hair. How in Paradise he’d managed to hide himself away in there without leaving any obvious disturbance was surprising, but apparently that was just another string in the man’s bow when it came to concealing himself from the public eye. Sadako frowned slightly, but otherwise didn’t seem all that fussed about his antics.

^{“Play! Play! Play!”}

^{“Well, Miu,” Scarlette began to ask:
“What did you have in mind…?”}

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Grimm-Rosa Scarlette | #960018
Jack Torrance | #8ecce4
Billy Loomis | #969696
Charles Ray | #009696
Yamamura Sadako | #b089db
Koneko Miu | #ffc957

[BlacKitten]

Miu - 4

“Scarlette,” Miu glanced at the one-armed girl.

“Torrance,” she shifted her glance at the brown-haired man and waved her paw to reciprocate the gesture.

“Sadako,” said the feline who turned towards the girl with long black hair.

“Chucky,” she looked at the tiny man.

And, with a devious smirk, the kitten darted her eyes towards the man hiding in Sadako’s hair, “Loomis.” Unlike the rest of them, she stared into the darkness for an extra duration of time with her large unblinking eyes.

Miu tried her best to remember all their names. Loomis in particularly seemed like a amusing little mouse to play with. She had the urge to want to keep staring at him to see him wince. 

When asked on what she had in mind, the kitten pensively thought to herself on what kind of game they could play. Tug-of-war? Eating contest? Or...

Standing on her hind legs, she raised her forepaws over her head to exclaim her proposal on a game, “Let’s play Cat and Mouse!” She pointed to herself, “I’ll be the cat.” Then, she pointed amongst the five of them. “You’ll all be the mouse.”

Miu bounced on one hind leg to the next as she waddled in place side to side, “I’ll chase you all down! And you’ll try to survive!” A game perfect to simulate the roles of a predatory and prey, befitting for a carnivorous creature such as this feline who instinctually enjoyed chasing and hunting creatures down. Birds, rodents, squirrels, she loved to play chase with them.

The kitten had proposed an innocent-sounding game, and coming from such a little, harmless-looking creature, what could go wrong? 

[Vio]

^{Scarlette #4}

---

Scarlette yawned. A long yawn. The cat’s musings were odd to her, but nothing particularly interesting. The idea of being chased around town by a talking kitten was anything but entertaining to her, though she — out of better interest — awaited the individual responses of her kindred spirits. She might not have wanted to play such a game, but there was no doubt one who would amongst her current company.

^{“I wanna play,” giggled Ray:
“It sounds fun! C’mon!”}

Doesn’t take much to prompt him, Miss Grimm-Rosa smiled as the most minute of her myriad already began to hop and skip down the street on short legs like a rambunctious child. There was something ever so slightly unusual about this whole situation — something nagging her in the wake of what had already been. But rather than dwell too much on the possibilities, she let her mind be at ease, open to her surroundings.

“Hmm… An interesting idea,” Torrance said, scratching his thick stubble.

^{“Is that a yes…?”}

^{“Well, you know the old proverb,” the man grinned:
“All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy!”}

“I… I’ve never heard that one before,” the scarred siren replied quietly as what was otherwise a grown man joined in on the run. Strangely, it was nice to see him let loose — to ignore the world at large in favour of expressing himself. Indeed, while he wasn’t a particularly grumpy man by any stretch of the imagination, she couldn’t help but feel comforted by seeing him laugh and smile so boldly.

“I… I’d rather not,” Loomis uttered, still trying to reduce himself as much as possible to fit behind Sadako’s silhouette.

“Me neither,” the girl added. For Loomis, the idea of pursuit — being stared at and hunted down — was more or less a manifestation of his own worst nightmares than anything he could amount to being fun. It was an entirely respectable decision on his part to decline. Miss Yamamura’s reasoning, however, was a bit more ambiguous, and that prompted a direct ask.

^{“Why not…?”}

^{“It’ll mess my hair up,” Sadako said:
“Also, my hair weighs a lot…”}

There’s definitely more to it than that… She’s not good at hiding it, Scarlette noted as she watched her sibling’s eyes shift away from direct contact. Thus far, Sadako had proven herself a quiet individual, and back when they had first met, she had done her utmost to remain crammed within corners and tight spaces. Perhaps open spaces were something she disliked. That being said, the weight of her locks were as good a reason as any to decline the offer — she had never seen the girl do anything more than walk at a brisk pace. Plus, Sweeney would have gone mental if her efforts at tending to such grandiose tresses were ruined.

^{“Well,” Big Sis considered:
“Count me in, anyway!”}

Unlike the other two, Scarlette merely walked ahead. Curiosity.

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Grimm-Rosa Scarlette | #960018
Jack Torrance | #8ecce4
Billy Loomis | #969696
Charles Ray | #009696
Yamamura Sadako | #b089db
Koneko Miu | #ffc957

[BlacKitten]

Miu - 5

“Yay! I got three cat toys!” cheered the kitten with her arms shot up into the air from excitement.

Chucky, Torrance, and Scarlette had accepted the feline’s invitation to play a game of Cat and Mouse. The males amongst the trio had already started to run away whereas the crippled one merely walked. Chasing down a crippled mouse right off the bat might be a bit too heartless.

The thrill of getting to pick her first victim coursed through her veins. The happy-go-luck little chubby man seemed like he would be the slowest given his physique, so that well-dressed man ought to be the faster one.

Having locked sights on her target, Miu stood on all four paws, arched her back, and lowered her head towards the ground. Her tail curled around her body, lying quietly and motionlessly. She took on the standard posture of a cat who is ready to pounce.

WHOOSH!

Faster than any normal cat, the little kitten blasted off at a breakneck pace after springing herself forth with her hind legs which acted like a pair of compressed springs. After bolting through the air, crossing several meters, her paws finally touched the ground as they blurred into rapid strides.

There was only one well-known cat that could be compared to the kitten in terms of speed: a cheetah.

With another final lunge, Miu rocketed herself forth once more, flipping herself over and extended a single hind leg outward, “ANTI-HUMAN DROP KICK!”

A cat-shaped projectile had been aimed at Torrance’s back as the feline was ready to land a horizontal dropkick with all her accumulative momentum gathered. She may have the speed and acceleration, but she lacked heaviness. Weighing only in the single digits in terms of pounds, the best she could do was perhaps knock this man over.

Miu, who claimed to be just a normal everyday talking stray cat, had revealed an abnormal level of speed and acceleration for a normal kitten to possess.

[Vio]

^{Scarlette #5}

---

Some might have felt ridiculous being chased by a cat, but not this lot. From the corner of her eye, Miss Grimm-Rosa watched as the fluffy feline squatted down and curled her tail, eyes locked onto their intended target — a target that would end up being Torrance. What happened next was unexpected. Acceleration from Miu came not in but a single burst, but in an immense rush certainly unachievable but any average moggy. Tiny legs padded the ground with blurring speed as it bounded towards its target.

Anti what…? Scarlette blinked as the turbo tabby closed the gap on its prey, leaping and angling itself with one leg extended in a stance that was definitely not feline. Mister Jack could not possibly react in time, though maybe it was more that he too had not given the feline enough credit. Barely did he get a chance to glance over his shoulder before soft paw pads collided with the small of his back, but not without force.

“Whoa!” Torrance stumbled and turned, actively colliding with the ground as a result of the impact. He wasn’t harmed, just briefly stunned, that much even his big sister could tell as she watched him chuckle and sit up from where he’d hit the dirt. Shirt scuffed slightly, though he didn’t seem too bothered, the playful participant laughed gently.

^{“That… Didn’t expect that,” he said:
“First time for everything, right?”}

That’s faster than any cat I’ve seen. This definitely isn’t normal… Watching curiously, Scarlette’s own pace began to increase slightly as she noticed the hopping and somersaulting of Chucky grow more rapid — an acceleration formed by hyperactiveness. He seemed to enjoy the prospect of being pursued by such a small, apparently harmless animal, but so far it had proven itself more than that. On all fours, Ray ran, laughing and giggling all the way.

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Grimm-Rosa Scarlette | #960018
Jack Torrance | #8ecce4
Billy Loomis | #969696
Charles Ray | #009696
Yamamura Sadako | #b089db
Koneko Miu | #ffc957

[BlacKitten]

Miu - 6

A grown man was knocked over to the ground by an unseemly speedy kitten. Like a good sport, he laughed it off, having not expected the feline’s agility.

Landing on all four, Miu snickered, “Heh-Heh-Heh!” She then stood up on her hind legs as if it was natural for a cat to stand like a human; she held a smug look for knocking over an adult despite the difference in their size and weight.

“Hm?” The bipedal feline shifted her glanced towards the little man who was laughing and giggling as he ran on all four.

It was quite the irony for the feline to be on two legs while the human was on all four. In that case, if this rotund little mouse was going to run on all four, then she should only reciprocate this gesture by chasing him on two legs!

Like an Olympic sprinter, the kitten suddenly bolted towards Chucky with her hind digitigrade legs blurring at immense speed while her arms were swinging in chorus with her footwork. With impeccable running form, the feline demonstrated that not only was she proficient in being quadrupedal, but she was proficient at being bipedal as well.

“ANTI-HUMAN TACKLE!” The kitten propelled herself forth in her final step as she rocketed forth to tackle Chucky from the side. Like a cannonball shot out of its barrel, the fluffy ball of fur aimed to body slam the man and knock him over just like the previous targeted mouse.

“Little mouse,” said the feline, addressing the short, chubby human. “Which among you is the strongest mouse of all? Who is the leader of your gang of mice?” She spoke in an authoritarian tone as if the tabby was interrogating the happy-go-lucky man for vital information.

[Vio]

^{Scarlette #6}

---

Scarlette stopped. By now, Miu was moving along at speed, but not on all fours. Rather, she was bolting along on hindlimbs alone — a sight that seemed equal parts impressive and ridiculous. Chucky’s movements were not enough to dodge what came next. Much like Torrance before him, he was knocked down by an accelerating feline, though again unharmed aside from taking a small tumble. Nothing that he wasn’t already used to from his rambunctious behaviour.

^{“Little mouse,” the kitten asked:
“Who is the leader of your gang of mice?”}

^{“Oh! Big Sister! Scarlette!”}

Why would you ask that question…? Suspicion was rising now as to the cat’s intent — as to the cat’s identity. Still, Ray’s stubby little index pointed merrily towards her with little worry. He seemed to have enjoyed the brief playtime period, regardless of the end results, but now it was the one-armed woman’s turn to fall to the feline.

“Any particular reason why you’re asking that?” Scarlette asked, voicing her curiosity. Not particularly muscular of frame, scarred from head to toe, missing an arm, and with sparse gauze wrappings that even covered her right eye, an otherwise dishevelled soul looked hardly the part of the strongest amongst them. That being said, it was quite the oddity that such a small animal would be asking such a thing anyway, so there was no shortage of irony in the air.

“Seems a strange question for a cat,” she added, hand on her hip, and phantom limb doing the same in what was still a deception of the senses.

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Grimm-Rosa Scarlette | #960018
Jack Torrance | #8ecce4
Billy Loomis | #969696
Charles Ray | #009696
Yamamura Sadako | #b089db
Koneko Miu | #ffc957

[BlacKitten]

Miu - 7

“Scarlette?” The tabby tilted her head after landing on all four. Her eyes followed the trajectory of Chucky’s index finger which pointed towards the crippled woman. She didn’t expect that scars-covered mouse to be the leader, but perhaps it was precisely those scars that reflected a long history of fighting. But even so, playing with this mouse would feel like playing with a toy that had already been broken by someone else.

For whatever reason, Scarlette asked the feline as to why she would pose such a question, claiming that it seemed strange for a cat to ask such a strange inquiry.
Miu laughed childishly before commenting, “Do you think there are normal questions for a cat to ask then?” Her remark referred to the fact that cats do not normally speak the human tongue; everything that came out of her mouth ought to be strange.

“A leader means that they’re the strongest,” she stated eagerly. “If I hunt down the boss mouse first, then all the underling mice would feel demoralized,” the kitten explained her reasoning in a nonchalant, whimsical manner.

She suddenly sharpened her glare towards the woman, smirking as her little small frame suddenly grew larger. Her tail elongated before forking into two. By the end of the transformation, the kitten had grown to the size of a bob cat, likely weight at least two dozen pounds. But beyond just an increase in size, the most distinctive feature about her was perhaps her dual tails that were as long as her body’s length. “I’m a Super Kitty now!”

Just like she has done with the past two mice, Miu sprinted forth in her enlarged form, straight towards the woman. “Let’s play, Scarlette!” She said cheerfully before making the final rocketing leap towards her, strategically angling her lunge towards the missing-limb side of the woman. Retractable claws revealed themselves from her paws as she ready to swipe at her target’s outer thigh.

Her target already looked like a used scratching board for cats. What harm could a few more scratches do?

[Vio]

^{Scarlette #7}

---

Miu had a point. Not just in regards to feline normalcy, but also in regards to strength and demoralisation. But rather than frown in disgust as any normal leader might do, Miss Grimm-Rosa instead smiled slightly, though soon went straight of face again as the small cat practically doubled in size. The tail split in twain, iconically, though such imagery soared high over the head of the observers.

Claws extended.

Despite the oncoming storm, Scarlette remained mostly motionless and relaxed in the face of what was to become a direct hit. As far as she was concerned, dodging was meaningless — any form of immediate defence was a pointless exertion. Indeed, all she did was close her eyes for a second, calmly glimpsing the briefest spark of intent originating from the chaser.

Schwip! Sharpened claws raked cleanly through fabric and across the exposed, fair flesh of the Red Terror’s upper left thigh. A clean hit. The woman barely moved, head tilting back and mouth opening. A yawn escaped her lips. So far, playtime wasn’t very entertaining. She didn’t even bother turning about to keep track of the assailant.

^{“Do you…,” she finished yawning:
“Want to try that again…?”}

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Grimm-Rosa Scarlette | #960018
Jack Torrance | #8ecce4
Billy Loomis | #969696
Charles Ray | #009696
Yamamura Sadako | #b089db
Koneko Miu | #ffc957

[BlacKitten]

Miu - 8 

Schwip!

Blood had been drawn!

The two-tailed tabby had raked through the woman’s upper left thigh along with the fabric on top of it, yet the one-armed lady did not so much as budge even after being scratched.

Miu blinked upon landing at Scarlette’s seven o’clock. She turned her gaze, noticing that the woman was yawning and didn’t even bother to look at her.

She had never seen such an obedient living scratching board before. Normal creatures would have dodged or gave an emotional reaction, but this boss mouse didn’t even react.

Remarkably, Scarlette asked if the feline wanted to make another attempt.

The large tabby gave an open-mouth smile while standing on her hind legs. “Of course!” she said sweetly, now realizing that this boss mouse wasn’t afraid of taking damage as the missing arm and numerous scars would suggest.

A large shadow would loom over the woman from behind.

Partial Transformation: Bakeneko’s Arm! 

The feline was eager to test this woman’s limits, so her right arm suddenly exploded in growth as a monstrous-sized version of her kitty arm was raised up in the air. Just the size of her paw alone was larger than a human torso. The length of her disproportionally beefy arm was over twice the height of this woman.

Nonchalantly, the otherwise little cat swung her colossal arm that must have weighed around two-hundred kilograms. Rather than clawing the woman a second time, she went for a playful kitty smack where her massive paw would slam into the woman from the side. But size and mass weren’t the only aspects behind this single monstrous arm. The dense and compact beastly muscles led to an enormous amount of strength. Even a playful swipe would be enough to send a human hurling into the far away distance with ease.

All in the meantime, that same open-mouthed smile remained on the tabby’s face as she was delighted to be able to kick this game up a notch. Any normal cat toy would break from her horizontal swipe of the paw, but she had a feeling that this toy in particular was more durable than the ones she had played with in the past.