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Shiva yawned mightily as she lounged, perched on a tree limb, overlooking the institute.
After only a few weeks in the other mutants company she was really beginning to believe she belonged. Somehow, all unwittingly, she had become the new mutants unofficial mascot. Noone could seem to go through a day without petting her in come way. Jamie; the young boy with the power to make multiples of himself, especially enjoyed running into something to create a few more of himself and scratching behind both ears, at her spine and behind her shoulder blades. She purred just thinking about it.
Since her powers had begun to manifest she'd lost the ease of tactile contact. Now that she'd found it again, it was something she didn't want to loose.
Another thing she'd grown to love, while most of the others groaned, was Danger Room Sessions.
The first trial Wolverine had set her had been simple- dodge the spikes shooting out of the walls, floor and ceiling, grab the object on the opposite side of the room and bring it to the door. Shiva'd reveled at the challenge and passed with a new record that beat everyone of the students times except Kurts.
Kurt himself was fun to be around, his girlfriend, Amanda, was a lovely human who seemed content knowing that under the image inducer, Kurt wore to school; there was a fuzzy blue boy-
'bamph!'
"Here, kitty, kitty, kitty..." he teased from the branch over her.
"Hi Kurt." Shiva stretched, popping every joint in her body at the same time.
"Yow!" he exclaimed as the pops sounded.
"You needed ssssomething fuzz-brain?" Shiva grinned and licked her lips lazily with a pink tongue.
"Oh! Yeah, the Professor vhanted to talk to you." Kurt wrapped his tail around the cat girls waist and, without waiting for a protest, teleported with a 'bamph!'
"Kurt!" Shiva coughed as they arrived outside the Professors office in a cloud of blue gas. "It'sss going to take me forever to get you outa my fur!" She sniffed her arm and the faint tinge of sulfur reached her sensitive nostrils.
"Shiva?" the Professor called from behind the door. Since she had come, and agreed to stay, the Prof hadn't entered her mind for so much as a hello. She was grateful he realized how much it bothered her.
"Yes Professssor?" She opened the door and almost shut it again when she recognized the scent coming from the woman sitting in a chair facing the desk and the wide windows.
"Would you come in please?" Shiva didn't understand, what was her mother doing? Talking to the Professor?
"Shiva?" Kurt touched her hair, his paw served to remind her that whatever else happened, they would all support her. She squared her shoulders and gave Kurt a grin.
"Thanks for the ride Kurt. I'll be all right." With that she sank to all fours and loped into the office. The door shut behind her with a definite thump.
Shiva yawned mightily as she lounged, perched on a tree limb, overlooking the institute.
After only a few weeks in the other mutants company she was really beginning to believe she belonged. Somehow, all unwittingly, she had become the new mutants unofficial mascot. Noone could seem to go through a day without petting her in come way. Jamie; the young boy with the power to make multiples of himself, especially enjoyed running into something to create a few more of himself and scratching behind both ears, at her spine and behind her shoulder blades. She purred just thinking about it.
Since her powers had begun to manifest she'd lost the ease of tactile contact. Now that she'd found it again, it was something she didn't want to loose.
Another thing she'd grown to love, while most of the others groaned, was Danger Room Sessions.
The first trial Wolverine had set her had been simple- dodge the spikes shooting out of the walls, floor and ceiling, grab the object on the opposite side of the room and bring it to the door. Shiva'd reveled at the challenge and passed with a new record that beat everyone of the students times except Kurts.
Kurt himself was fun to be around, his girlfriend, Amanda, was a lovely human who seemed content knowing that under the image inducer, Kurt wore to school; there was a fuzzy blue boy-
'bamph!'
"Here, kitty, kitty, kitty..." he teased from the branch over her.
"Hi Kurt." Shiva stretched, popping every joint in her body at the same time.
"Yow!" he exclaimed as the pops sounded.
"You needed ssssomething fuzz-brain?" Shiva grinned and licked her lips lazily with a pink tongue.
"Oh! Yeah, the Professor vhanted to talk to you." Kurt wrapped his tail around the cat girls waist and, without waiting for a protest, teleported with a 'bamph!'
"Kurt!" Shiva coughed as they arrived outside the Professors office in a cloud of blue gas. "It'sss going to take me forever to get you outa my fur!" She sniffed her arm and the faint tinge of sulfur reached her sensitive nostrils.
"Shiva?" the Professor called from behind the door. Since she had come, and agreed to stay, the Prof hadn't entered her mind for so much as a hello. She was grateful he realized how much it bothered her.
"Yes Professssor?" She opened the door and almost shut it again when she recognized the scent coming from the woman sitting in a chair facing the desk and the wide windows.
"Would you come in please?" Shiva didn't understand, what was her mother doing? Talking to the Professor?
"Shiva?" Kurt touched her hair, his paw served to remind her that whatever else happened, they would all support her. She squared her shoulders and gave Kurt a grin.
"Thanks for the ride Kurt. I'll be all right." With that she sank to all fours and loped into the office. The door shut behind her with a definite thump.