The Feline
The church bell resounded and numerous children piled out of the run-down building. Early Sunday Mass had ended and the day had begun. Once the children had all gone out to play, three nuns exited the church.
"Well, they certainly seem more excited to leave than they are to attend," one of the nuns stated.
The second nun jumped right into the statement as though she had been waiting for it to be spoken. "Exactly! That is why each of the little devils should be disciplined. Our Father would not tolerate such disobedience."
"Now, now, Sister. They're only children. Let them have their fun. I'm quite sure that they have taken to heart everything we've said of the Lord, our Saviour," the first nun skillfully countered in her usual passive manner.
The second nun grumbled. "I can almost hear the blasphemous thoughts in their heads." She turned to the third nun, who had been silently watching the youngsters at play. "What are your thoughts, Sister Felicia?"
Sister Felicia.
She was still not used to responding to that title. Although she wasn't much for religion, Felicia had discovered that the only way to start an orphanage and to get help in running it was to become a nun. But as long as she could keep these orphans from living the same lonely life she had been through, she would have no regrets. Besides, she thought it was fun to be the first Darkstalker to become a nun. Of course, she could never reveal her identity to the others; she would surely be mistaken for a Dark one.
"Sister, are you all right?" The calmest of the three grew worried for the daydreaming Felicia.
"…What? O-oh, I'm fine, really." The blue-haired girl turned to them both, obliviousness glaring through her sweet smile. "I was just lost in thought for a moment. Please, you two enjoy yourselves. I'll watch over the children, okay?" She giggled and dashed off for the courtyard, eager to interact in the children's playtime. Her aptitude for simple pleasures never seemed to fade. Perhaps that was why children adored her so much. The children at the orphanage loved spending time with Felicia and she enjoyed giving them all the attention she possibly could. But still…
She felt a tug on her cloth from behind, turning to discover the shyest little boy among the entire group of children standing before her. He looked downward, teetering back and forth on his heels with his hands behind his back. Felicia tilted her head to the side and gave the boy a comforting smile, bending down until she was at eye level with the lad. "What's wrong, Kory? Is there something you wanted to tell me? Don't worry, I won't get mad." The little boy known as Kory only laughed and placed a small flower in her hair, running off to the others soon afterwards. These things happened on a daily basis for Felicia. She plucked the flower from her hair and held it in her fur-covered palm; a simple daisy with a petal missing. She giggled to herself then released a contrary sigh as she lifted her gaze to the sky. She could feel it. Whenever life became so happy and free, there was always something waiting to disrupt everything she had worked for. Time and time again her intuition had proven correct, and now she could feel it again.