DarkXeno - Curls are lovely cats, though I prefer mixes. I couldn't find pictures of him, though it looks like he sired some amazing cats. The golden kitten isn't quite the equivalent to Raven (things would be exploding) but she is, er, different.
Now on with the next installment!
-Raven's POV-
Light. Much brighter than normal. What was going on. It didn't feel like morning and there shouldn't be lights in her room. Ugh, what was going on. Can't stand up right. Ouch. Got to move, feel sick, what's wrong. Hope I'm not sick.
Why can't I get up. Wait. Am I up? Ouch. No, I was up for a second, but I fell. Something is wrong. That was long fall. Must be on the floor now. Why is it so bright? My center of balance is all wrong. My head won't get far from the ground. Am I crawling? My eyes aren't focusing, all I can see if dark blurs, an orange blur, and all that light.
I must be really sick. There's no time for this.
Should go down stairs to tell everyone. Why is that hard. My legs aren't working right. What's that? A cat paw. Try and walk. The cat paw moves, and I see another one. Very odd. I wish the cat would go away. At least the door will be open because of them. My eyes are getting clearer.
The cat paws are following me. I must me walking, I'm moving forward, but my legs are so odd. The cat paws will not go away. I stop. They stop. Try to shoo them away, but my throat locks. Must be some weird flu, or something.
Moving faster now. Maybe I'm getting better, though everything is still wrong. If this is a joke... Wait. Stop. I move my hand to the left. The paw moves to the left. I draw my hand up to my chest and the paw disappears from view. Turn my head back and feel dizzy, my head can turn so far. Something black blocks my view, but it moves away. A cat's back and hind legs.
No.
No, no, no. I try and scream, but my throat doesn't work. No my throat is working, but a scream is beyond me now. I don't even want to find out how to work it. This is not me, this is wrong.
I am not a cat. But I am.
-Normal POV-
The dark creature had staggered across the room for a bit before thrashing in confusion. In the end, it collapsed down, heaving breaths that slowly got more even. She looked up and shut her eyes tightly before opening them, more sharp expression held on her face.
She was Raven.
You could call her a cat. While many would argue that if any color matched her, it was black, this was only partially true. Her coat was sleek ebony all around, but on her should blades and back, each hair shimmered iridescent like dove feathers, and filtering down her forelegs and flanks. Her eyes had kept their violet shade.
And from her shoulders grew two neatly folded jet black wings. Raven wings.
Raven had gathered herself up. She was cat. Okay. It was not fun, it was not good and it was not explained, but here it was. She was sitting in her room. She needed to get to any of the other titans. These were two things clear in her mind.
She had to find someone.
Heaving herself to her feet, she began unsteadily. She found that it was easier to walk if she wasn't tense, just let herself walk. The smoothness of her movement was amazing. No sound, little weight on her feet. But this was swept away in her clenched mind, as she tried to find someone.
There.
Beast Boy, was up, meaning it was probably late. She walked towards him and tried to make herself noticeable.
"Midnight, hello kit..." The words died in his mouth, for the cat standing before him was not Cyborg's calm kitten. This cat was older, an adolescent with sharp amethyst eyes and to his amazement, broad feathered wings.
He gasped. That wasn't possible, who was the cat, what was going on. Stepping forward warily, he make kind noises and called to the cat. It's eyes narrow. Those eyes were so familiar, it was odd. Yet the slitted pupils... no, he had seen no cats with such eyes.
"Come here kitty, you want to meet my friends?" The cat's eyes lit up eagerly. "Wow, wings. Where'd you get those wings kitty?" The green titan reached out his hand, but the creature recoiled, before staring at him, noiselessly urging him to get a move on. He did.
The cat followed. Or rather, the cat caught up with him and passed him, trotting ahead, then stopping to wait for him to catch up. There was tenseness in the cat's form that caused him to in the end simply run after the cat at full speed.
They reached the kitchen. Everything was normal. Starfire was perched on a seat next to Robin and Cyborg. They were all done with breakfast, and seemed to have been talking. But that ceased when Beast Boy dashed in.
"What's wrong?" Robin demanded.
"Nothing, but look at this, I found-" But he couldn't finish, for the cat leapt onto the table, looked smugly about and flared its wings. The commotion was immediate. Everyone sprang back, only to rush forward again. The boys had rushed into something about testing and samples, asking where the cat had come from. Starfire was very curious, and cooed over the creature, wondering aloud if wings were usual for a cat. Beast Boy was trying to supply all the info he had about everything. They were crowding in, crowding in, staring. And someone finally pulled at her wing.
Everything rattled ominously.
Now on with the next installment!
-Raven's POV-
Light. Much brighter than normal. What was going on. It didn't feel like morning and there shouldn't be lights in her room. Ugh, what was going on. Can't stand up right. Ouch. Got to move, feel sick, what's wrong. Hope I'm not sick.
Why can't I get up. Wait. Am I up? Ouch. No, I was up for a second, but I fell. Something is wrong. That was long fall. Must be on the floor now. Why is it so bright? My center of balance is all wrong. My head won't get far from the ground. Am I crawling? My eyes aren't focusing, all I can see if dark blurs, an orange blur, and all that light.
I must be really sick. There's no time for this.
Should go down stairs to tell everyone. Why is that hard. My legs aren't working right. What's that? A cat paw. Try and walk. The cat paw moves, and I see another one. Very odd. I wish the cat would go away. At least the door will be open because of them. My eyes are getting clearer.
The cat paws are following me. I must me walking, I'm moving forward, but my legs are so odd. The cat paws will not go away. I stop. They stop. Try to shoo them away, but my throat locks. Must be some weird flu, or something.
Moving faster now. Maybe I'm getting better, though everything is still wrong. If this is a joke... Wait. Stop. I move my hand to the left. The paw moves to the left. I draw my hand up to my chest and the paw disappears from view. Turn my head back and feel dizzy, my head can turn so far. Something black blocks my view, but it moves away. A cat's back and hind legs.
No.
No, no, no. I try and scream, but my throat doesn't work. No my throat is working, but a scream is beyond me now. I don't even want to find out how to work it. This is not me, this is wrong.
I am not a cat. But I am.
-Normal POV-
The dark creature had staggered across the room for a bit before thrashing in confusion. In the end, it collapsed down, heaving breaths that slowly got more even. She looked up and shut her eyes tightly before opening them, more sharp expression held on her face.
She was Raven.
You could call her a cat. While many would argue that if any color matched her, it was black, this was only partially true. Her coat was sleek ebony all around, but on her should blades and back, each hair shimmered iridescent like dove feathers, and filtering down her forelegs and flanks. Her eyes had kept their violet shade.
And from her shoulders grew two neatly folded jet black wings. Raven wings.
Raven had gathered herself up. She was cat. Okay. It was not fun, it was not good and it was not explained, but here it was. She was sitting in her room. She needed to get to any of the other titans. These were two things clear in her mind.
She had to find someone.
Heaving herself to her feet, she began unsteadily. She found that it was easier to walk if she wasn't tense, just let herself walk. The smoothness of her movement was amazing. No sound, little weight on her feet. But this was swept away in her clenched mind, as she tried to find someone.
There.
Beast Boy, was up, meaning it was probably late. She walked towards him and tried to make herself noticeable.
"Midnight, hello kit..." The words died in his mouth, for the cat standing before him was not Cyborg's calm kitten. This cat was older, an adolescent with sharp amethyst eyes and to his amazement, broad feathered wings.
He gasped. That wasn't possible, who was the cat, what was going on. Stepping forward warily, he make kind noises and called to the cat. It's eyes narrow. Those eyes were so familiar, it was odd. Yet the slitted pupils... no, he had seen no cats with such eyes.
"Come here kitty, you want to meet my friends?" The cat's eyes lit up eagerly. "Wow, wings. Where'd you get those wings kitty?" The green titan reached out his hand, but the creature recoiled, before staring at him, noiselessly urging him to get a move on. He did.
The cat followed. Or rather, the cat caught up with him and passed him, trotting ahead, then stopping to wait for him to catch up. There was tenseness in the cat's form that caused him to in the end simply run after the cat at full speed.
They reached the kitchen. Everything was normal. Starfire was perched on a seat next to Robin and Cyborg. They were all done with breakfast, and seemed to have been talking. But that ceased when Beast Boy dashed in.
"What's wrong?" Robin demanded.
"Nothing, but look at this, I found-" But he couldn't finish, for the cat leapt onto the table, looked smugly about and flared its wings. The commotion was immediate. Everyone sprang back, only to rush forward again. The boys had rushed into something about testing and samples, asking where the cat had come from. Starfire was very curious, and cooed over the creature, wondering aloud if wings were usual for a cat. Beast Boy was trying to supply all the info he had about everything. They were crowding in, crowding in, staring. And someone finally pulled at her wing.
Everything rattled ominously.