A/N: OH MY GODS I AM SO SORRY THIS IS A DAY LATE! I know most of you probably aren't interested, but it's late because I had a super busy weekend. My sister had knee surgery Friday, and I had triple volleyball tryouts, so between caring for my little sis and giving myself a terrible case of arthritis later in life, I have not touched a computer in four days.
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Really? You're using Arrow against me?
Verily. Hurry thyself up, for I wish to converse with my readers.
YOUR readers?! Seriously?
Forsooth.

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Barry dropped me off after a mere few seconds of travel. Of course, this was just enough time for me to get almost completely disoriented so that after I was standing on my own two feet, I almost tripped over those same two feet. By the time I had regained my balance, Barry, Wally, and Kara were all standing next to me.

"Right," I said. "So, I'm going to assume that you three are the fastest out of the five of us, so maybe you could, I don't know...move the civilians?" All three nodded once, slowly and deliberately before racing off. I had noticed that people seemed to think when they were being heroic they needed to do things like nodding or replying to a question slower, as if that would somehow make the action carry more weight or something. Complete bahooy, if you ask me. "As for me," I muttered, "I better stop Luke II from killing anymore cats."

Oliver had finally joined the rest of us on the ground (well, except for Kara, cause...you know. The flying), so I ran over to him.

"What are you doing here?" he demanded in a deeper, more gravelly voice than normal.

"Saving your earth," I responded as I parried the claws of a cats with my sword. I tossed the kitty back with the flat of my blade and it ran off to continue its destructive rampage. "Speaking of, Robin Hood, stop killing them."

I swear I saw Oliver roll his eyes at me from underneath his hood. "I already figured that out." Again with that weird voice.

I paused, tossing another cat over my shoulder. "Oh. Are you sure you noticed?"

He ignored the last part and said - well, growled - instead, "I'm guessing you're not the invader from another earth Barry was talking about."

I shrugged. "I could be, but no. It's actually those cats."

"Speaking of," Wally said as he, Barry and Kara slid a halt beside Oliver and I, "what are we going to do about all of these ones?"

"Um…unclear. We might just have to do the same thing I did and lead them off again," I stated.

"You're sure there's no way kill them?" Oliver checked.

"Pretty sure," I responded. "But they don't seem to like water much. Maybe we lead them to a lake or something and then we can throw them in? It'll slow them down and give us more time to figure out how to stop them for good."

All four nodded.

"That's probably the best we can do right now," Kara admitted.

"Okay," I smiled. "How annoying do you think you can be?"

"No," I said flatly, glaring at Barry. "That is where I draw the line."

"You do realize it was your idea to be quote unquote 'annoying', right?" Kara reminded me.

"Yes," I replied, "but I did not intend to run down the street banging my sword on a pot. That's just too stupid looking."

Barry gave me an exasperated look like, Come on man. "Look, according to you, you've done crazier things than this. And we don't really have time to debate." He pointed to Wally and Oliver, who were attempting to distract the cats until we could lead them away.

"That was on my earth," I insisted, "where the Mist kept me from looking insane. That's definitely not the case here! In fact, you mortals from this earth are a little too good at seeing through the Mist, even if it did exist here, because of all the metahuman-y stuff going on in this city."

Kara opened her mouth to try and convince me some more, but was distracted when Wally wiped out, seemingly for no reason. The cats instantly swarmed him and Oliver, almost burying them.

"Fine!" I snapped, grabbing the giant soup pot Kara had been holding. To be honest, I'm not totally sure how I was able to do that, what with that whole super strength thing she's got going on.

I glared at Barry one last time before running off down the street, following the faint tugging in my gut that would lead me to water. Rolling my eyes, I raised the pot above my head and whacked it with my sword a few times, creating an obnoxious clanging noise.

The cats looked up from where they were about to tear everything to shreds and decided that I needed to die instead. They probably thought something along the lines of, He makes annoying noises. That is punishable by death. Let us kill him!

Behind me, the three people with super speed rushed through the remains of the city street, picking up anyone injured and making sure there were no cats left behind. I didn't see what happened to Oliver, but after only thirty seconds or so of running, I looked to my right and saw him easily matching my pace. Huh. Go figure.

We ran for twenty minutes, give or take, one of the speedsters or Kara helping us out whenever we got tired. Finally, we made it to the water I had been sensing. But, instead of the open bay I had been expecting, the water was at the bottom of a two hundred foot cliff. Yay.

Naturally, Barry, Wally, and Kara noticed it before we did, since they got here first, and yelled at us to stop. And, just as naturally, we didn't listen and almost barreled off the edge. Luckily, they stopped us before Oliver could plunge to his death (I'm good though, 'cause of the water).

The cats were considerably slower than us, since they were smaller, furrier, and also had homicidal tendencies towards each other, so we had a brief minute of rest before they came rolling like fuzzy cannonballs around the corner. But I had to keep banging the pot, which was by now dented beyond recognition, so the cats could actually find us.

Unfortunately, our moment of relative peace was interrupted by singing coming from my pocket.

I hear hurricanes a-blowing

I know the end is coming soon

I fear rivers over flowing

I hear the voice of rage and ruin

Kara frowned. "What...is that?"

I shrugged. "Who knows?" Then I thought about it for a moment. "Oh, wait! That's my ringtone." I tossed the pot and sword to Oliver. "Here, hold this." Oliver narrowly avoided getting his hands cut off with Riptide, which was admittedly my fault. Oops. Although, I guess since he was technically mortal it was fine, but he didn't know that.

I hummed along with the phone, which continued to sing as I pulled it out of my pocket. Oliver, who was now the one banging the pot with Riptide, gave Barry an exasperated look like, How do you work with this kid?!

Don't go 'round tonight

It's bound to take your life

There's a bad moon on the rise

As the chorus ended, I answered the call, ignoring Kara's, "Percy, we don't really have time to be taking personal calls right now…"

"Hellooo?" I said over the clanging of the pot.

"Percy," Annabeth's voice answered. Then she paused for a moment. "Is someone playing the gong?"

"Ah, no. We're sort of in the middle of dealing with a cat situation."

"Then it's a good thing you answered," she said. "Listen, one of the cats we killed didn't multiply."

"What?"

"We're not really sure why yet, but it was interesting. The cat's death was almost natural; maybe that had something to do with it."

"Okay," I said hurriedly, seeing the first of the cats come around the corner, "how exactly did you kill it?"

"Um, we led it off a cliff. Why?"

"Bye."

"Perseus Jackson, don't you dare hang up on m-"

I hung up. I would get an earful later, but I needed to take care of these little kittens first.

I turned to everyone else. "We need to lead them off the cliff."

"But they'll just multiply once they hit the bottom," Wally protested.

"No they won't," I corrected. "They tried it at Camp Half-Blood. It'll work."

"Okay," Barry said. "We'll try it. Let them come towards you and then jump out of the way at the last minute."

"Minotaur style," I nodded.

We all waited in a tense line. Unfortunately, I was back to banging the pot (which I had dubbed Sir Pots-alot). Pretty much as soon as I had hung up, Oliver had shoved Riptide and Sir Pots-alot back into my hands.

Once the first cat jumped into the air in an attempt to look like a deadly pouncing tiger or something, all of us (except for Kara, who flew straight up) dove to the side, splitting down the seams. It was so perfect and simultaneous that we could've been a prize winning synchronized swimming team.

The cats, like a stupid, fluffy herd of cows, all ran off the cliff, perfectly calm. Until, that is, they realized they were falling and started screeching like the devils they were.

I peered over the edge of the ledge on the high cliff at the frothing water below. The kittens, for whatever reason, didn't die on impact with the water like they were supposed to and were now clawing at the water in an attempt to stay afloat. Stupid cats. They can't do anything right. This is why I have a dog.

"What is Rao's name are those things made of?" Kara muttered watching them.

Oliver started, "Well, whatever they are, they - gah!" That last bit was because a kitten fell on his face.

Apparently, we hadn't led all of them off the cliff like we thought, because one of them pounced on Oliver and started trying to gouge his eyes out.

I would've laughed, but that would have been a little insensitive to Oliver's mortal peril. The little fuzzball was hissing and spitting like a demon cat. So...basically acting like every other cat in the world. Oliver stumbled back and would have plummeted off the cliff, but Barry grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back. I was about to go help Oliver pry the kitty of his face, but just before I could he pulled it away from his face and threw it...straight at me. Yay.

I bumped into Kara while trying to keep the thing away from my face. I had one fleeting glimpse of its ugly mug, all bloodshot eyes, bared fangs, and matted fur before I tumbled off the cliff, still clutching the thing in my hands. I briefly held the cat away from my face and looked up the see what happened. Apparently Kara accidentally destroyed the ledge we were standing on, and we were all falling.

I had just enough time to see Kara hover in the air, Oliver (somewhat impossibly) shoot an arrow into the side of the cliff and stop his momentum, and Barry and Wally race down the side of the cliff and across the surface of the water. Any minute, guys, I thought. I'm still falling here.

Realizing no one was coming, I threw the cat down before me and yelled at my companions. "NOT COOL, MAN!" Then I hit the water with a big splash.