"So where did you boys take your weapons from?" His voice was now slick, but still held Feral's ferocity and strength. "I escaped from an orphanage when I was young, so this was my weapon back in the old days." His grin was now wide like Chance when he's sure he'll win on a bet. "I stashed it in here when I was little along with my old jacket."
"Same" both boys said. Chance sounded a little more slick as well, but that was just him starting to sound normal again. Jake though just sounded a little tougher.
Something was sailing in the air towards them. Jake did a double flip in the air and caught the small object. It looked like a glovetrix, only it was smaller and not as advanced. It only had a small grappling hook on it. He had put it on in the time it took him to land.
"What the?" Chance was a little confused as to where it had come from.
Feral was running after a shadow with Jake hot on his tail. Chance followed close behind. 'No weapons, no jet, and we're all five year olds. The only good thing here is that Feral can't arrest kittens. But what was that just now? What is on Jake's wrist and what are we all chasing?'
"Gotcha, you little . . . oof!" Feral groaned in the next section of the store. He was slammed into the jeans wrack by a little kitten's kick. "Kats Alive!"
"Easy there, we aren't gonna hurt you." Jake was circling around trying to get her attention on him. He nodded once to Chance. Chance nodded back and pounced. He landed on top of the kitten and held her with his strong paws. Only one problem… her paws were stronger.
"Hi-yah!" she tossed him over her blonde head and he smashed into the wall next to Feral. Her red fur was similar to Jake's but her blonde hair was like Chance's fur. Her sharp blue eyes looked at the boys and she smirked. "Come on kid, you don't really think that you can take me on do you? I just beat up your friends there, and you're the smallest of them all." Her voice was calm, cool, collect, and a bit on the rude side. She was ready for a fight.
Jake glanced at his wrist where the little gadget was, then back at the kitten. "I'm gonna win this time, Roxy, don't doubt me for a moment." He shot the little grappling hook past the kitten. She made a face. He smirked. He pulled a whole clothing rack towards her and made it out of the way just in time as she was slammed into a wall with the rack of kids skirts. "I win."
Feral and Chance finally got out of the craters that they basically made and were a little confused at the scene before them. "You know this kitten?" Chance asked cautiously.
"Yeah, she threw me my old grappling hook like a fool though. Don't worry, she'll be fine, and she's not exactly a kitten either, Chance. She was that age when I came to Agatha's orphanage as a baby kitten."
"Don't go telling the whole story, Edge, or I'll show you how I really fight." The kitten had gotten herself up again. She was a little taller than Jake, but not by much. "Besides, you only won every three out of four matches. I thought I could catch you off guard if you were rusty."
Feral looked at the kitten and swatted his head. "Lt. Claw, you are a pain in the tail." He muttered. The little kitten got up and smiled mischievously. She dusted off the rubble and took off the extra shirts. She was wearing a leather jacket and jeans just like Chance, but had a cap to go with it all. "You had better explain yourself, young lady." He was trying to assert authority over this kitten.
"Nice try, Ulysses, but I'm older than you, and you know it, so there." She stuck out her tongue.
"Look, guys, we have a bit of a situation at the moment, so if you don't mind?" Chance was trying to stop another fight and remind everyone about the whole reason why they are five year olds.
"He's right, Feral, Roxy, we need to figure out how to reverse the process and stop Agatha from… whatever she really is doing. Seriously, why does she need to turn us all into five year olds?" Jake was scratching his head, this was just plain nuts.
Roxy's face changed into that of a serious one. "I thought that he would have told you by now, boys." She indicated to Feral.
"Tell us what?" Chance was interested in this too, but still didn't know how this kitten knew his partner.
"The reason that Agatha is changing every-cat into five year olds is because of three reasons. One, we are all most vulnerable at five. Two, she is less likely to get trouble from us if we are all mewling little kittens. Finally, the most important reason, three, she is after all of the runaways, and they are easily recognizable to her as kittens, especially, him." She once again indicated to Feral. Feral made a face that looked like he was sucking a lime that was worse than the one that makes his normal annoyed face. He was starting to growl at the kitten. "Then again, he isn't the only run away from Agatha's now is he, Edge?" she smirked.
Jake lowered his head. Chance on the other hand, was losing his temper. His partner seemed scared of this kitten. He also knew who she was, but thought that she was from his orphanage. That didn't scare him. What scared him was that his partner and Feral looked like they were powerless to her. "Who cares who ran away from what orphanage? Who cares what that old witch is up to? What matters now is how are we gonna stop her?" He asked furiously. Jake closed his eyes and started to think.
