Underground Stand

   It was threatinging to storm, and a teen-aged she-kat was out running. She was obviously built for it, for she was running as easily as others could walk. She turned a corner so sharply, it appeared that she dissappeared.
   Without a sound, she was ontop of a building, crawling swifty to the edge; her body bunched up as a cats would before they jump. She jumped to a bulding accorss the street; she would not of made had her hands been outstreched ready to graps the ledge. The girl flipped up safely to the top of the ledge and contuned to crawl with catlike stealth to the other edge. She looked down to the street signs below her. Her body bunched up again preparing to jump. She cleared the jump, for the street was narrower. The girl crept more stealthfully and slowly along the edge. Her muscles rolled beneath her coat and skin as she moved.
   The rain began to come steadily now, skipping the misting sprinkling.

   No one saw this kat, which is what she intended. She stayed back from the corner of the building by about a foot and a half. A narrow ally was beneath her, she watched a shadow intently. Two teen-aged boys came around a corner; the girl heared them, she did not have to look to know it. An evil, malishious, and hateing glint came to her eyes as they narrowed. She crept closer licking her lips trying to be stedy and silent as she could. Her grace and skill was primevil, that of a large cat's.
   "You got the money?" a deep voice came from the shadows that the girl was peering deeply into. "Yeah, you got the goods?" one of the two boys asked. "Of course," a dark hand appeared from the shadows as the other boy counted a large sum of money.
   The girl leaped in between them and landed steadily on her feet. She pushed the forward most boy into the other, and made a vain attempt to grab the mystreious hand.
   A shot fang out and a bullit hit the girl in the shoulder. She threw herself into a blind rage. She lunged at thoats, slashed with her claws, punced, kicked and wrestled. Her girls rage was primitively gracefull; it seemed as if she did slow down before her strike. Her fury was all ablaze, her attacks where accurate, and she herself was almost untouchable.
   Finally, the one boy who had the money took off around the corner he had come, sprinting. When the girl saw this, she stood strait, in all her rageing splendor. There whas sweat trickling dowm her body, she was panting, she had a few bruses, sctraches and a few rips in her clothing here and there. The other boy staggared to his feet and took off running.
   Behing her there was the sound of a glass-like container dropping and loud, rappid footsteps. The girl turned around and walked into the shallow of the shadows, knelt down and picked up the container. It was a vile containing a clear, yet clowdy liquid. "Slope," she muttered.

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