Claw worked his way through New York's storm sewers. The tiger mutate would patrol the surrounding area of his subterranean home. The former Genu-Tech lab, where an unlucky few were mutated into anthropomorphic bat-winged cats with the ability to shoot electricity out of their hands, had been converted into a refuge. It housed Claw, other mutates, some gargoyle clones, and a portion of of New York's homeless population. It had been dubbed the Labyrinth for the various passageways that snaked throughout the large complex.
"Things could be worse," Claw silently mused. "Since doctor Sevarius added electric eel DNA for shits and giggles, I could have ended up a lot uglier." He smirked a bit. Losing his voice had saddened him, but resembling Tony the Tiger's feral cousin wasn't that bad.
The mutates and clones patrolled their assigned sections to keep out drug dealers and other violent beings. Claw once came across some asshole who decided to dump a litter of puppies into one of the drains. After rescuing them, the mutate made his presence known. The man messed himself, then ran into traffic babbling incoherently. The puppies were then brought home, where they were fussed over by the Labyrinth's children.
Claw was shaken from his thoughts when a green ball of light flashed from several feet away. He hid behind a bend in the tunnel and made himself a small as possible. As the light faded, it left something behind, and an exclamation of "Whoa!" was heard further down the tunnel. A humanoid turtle riding a skateboard had also seen the light and appeared to investigate. Claw's eyes widened in surprise, and a half remembered Shakespearian quote about "more things in heaven and earth," flitted across his mind.
He (Claw figured out from the turtle's timbre that he was male) slowly approached the spot where the light had been. The turtle looked concerned as he peered at what Claw realized was a female gargoyle laying unconscious on an elevated spot in the tunnel. She showed no signs of stirring as the turtle looked her over. Claw decided to observe and jump in if the terrapin did anything violent. I would be hard for the mutate to explain himself if the turtle was friendly, so he decided to go back for someone who could speak if the guy seemed to be on the level. This was risky, but Claw was an early experiment, and had lost his voice when he changed.