Okay, here's Chapter Six! And, to answer lunareclipse3's comment, no, she is not tempted to eat herself. Would you eat yourself? No? Then Spark wouldn't. She doesn't mind chicken, though…

After the embarrassing Ella-pet-my-ears incident, Dr. Martinez called us down for dinner. I assume she got over the shock of me, with the cat parts and stuff. Wait 'til she sees me talk to animals.

I went after the flock, washing my hand with some funny smelling stuff. Soap. I usually use a clean stream, and some moss to dry my hands.

I went into the room they call a kitchen, and saw a bunch of chairs, surrounding a table. That wasn't what caught my attention though.

On the table was a mountain of food. FOOD! I was starving. I hadn't eaten since that morning, and as if to confirm it, it growled. Nudge and Angel giggled.

There was meat, some hard taco shells, some soft torillas, lettuce, tomatoes…. the list went on and on….

I padded over and sat down. Dr. Martinez eyed me, and chuckled.

I was offended. "What did I do?"

She shook her head. "I was just wondering how scientists managed to get two other animals DNA into you. And I'm a vet."

Huh. How appropriate.

As soon as she said "Dig in!" I got as much food as possible. Flying takes a lot of calories and energy.

The rest of my new flock was eating their food and chatting. I was too busy nomming at it to really join in, besides "Mmnf!"

I was stuffed. Not only had I eaten the most food I've ever had in my life, after dinner, Dr. Martinez brought out the source of the tantalizing familiar smell. Max explained to me that they were chocolate-chip cookies.

I ate seven of them. Ella and the rest of the flock practically had to fight me and Max for them.

Afterwards, Dr. Martinez made a decision that was extremely brave; she took me, Nudge, and Angel shopping. Well, the original plan was for only me and her to go (I needed new clothes badly), but Nudge wouldn't shut up from her relentless chatter unless she went to, so obviously Dr. Martinez let her. Then Angel decided she was going to join the party and come too.

Angel explained that using her mind-control (she is freaking me out; I mean, mind control and mind reading with a flying six-year old? That's almost as weird as a flying cat-girl who can talk to animals) she could make people 'ignore' (forget in Angelese) my ears, tail, wings, and raggedy clothes.

So the party of two doubled in size.

So this is the set-up; a hyper-active, hyper-talkative Nudge is leading the way, down a busy street side-walk to a store full of clothes. Angel is quieter, but she's monitoring everyone's thoughts and pressing the delete button on their memories of my ears, tail, and rags that are my clothes. I was just practically skipping behind Nudge because I'm doing something normal-human-girl-ish. And poor, poor Dr. Martinez had to go through this all. I think she bit off more that she could chew with us.

And now I'm just thinking that I just narrated one of the longest paragraphs ever :D

*ahem*

So we bounce/skip/walked into the store, where Nudge went over to the racks faster than the normal eye could follow. Angel, Dr. Martinez, and I followed more slowly. We actually walked.

And so, to save you from the hyperactive girliness that followed, and to keep those guys out there from crying out in anguish at the girls gone crazy with shopping, I shall cut short the details of our trip.

So, in all, I came home wearing a gray tank top, sneakers, a black, ruffly skirt that I put some athletic shorts under (I decided on the skirt because I can still fight easily, and it feels better on my tail), and something weird. It looked somewhat like cut-off pant legs. Nudge had fashioned them out of, well, cut off pant legs. They went from my elbow to a little past my wrist. Nudge had gotten a couple of extremely short belt thing to go around my wrist and just below my elbow.

It flared out after these points. Nudge explained to me afterwards that if I was getting ready for a fight, I could pull these down a bit and the flare would hide my unsheathed claws. It actually felt good, and they were easy to pull down and up. I have no name for them whatsoever. Sorry.

I also was the proud owner of a t-shirt, a pair of jeans, and a bright red jacket that would hide my wings.

I came home, toting my prize like a hunter brought prey back to his family. The rest of the flock+Ella stared. Except for Iggy. He's blind. I don't think they were staring at me. I think the were looking at the mountainous pile of shopping bags Nudge and Angel were carrying.

In the midst of all this, Dr. Martinez slipped away. Oh, she had fun, laughing with us, making suggestions, etc. But going shopping with three hyper flying girls really takes it out of you. I think she was going to get about twenty headache pills and then crash.

Then, out of the blue, the phone rang. I heard Dr. Martinez groan slightly and haul herself over to the phone. There goes the nap.

I couldn't here what was being said on the opposite side of the phone, just that noise all the adults seem to make in Charlie Brown. But Dr. Martinez was replying, "Yeah," "I'll see," "I'll try to get there on time".

I didn't realize that one of my ears was cocked towards the conversation. The flock was looking at me curiously. They probably didn't have cat hearing, I realized.

"What is it?" asked Gazzy.

"I think you'll find out in a minute…"

Sure enough, Dr. Martinez walked into the room a minute later. "Hey, guys, girls, cat-girl, I just got some news."

Automatically everyone stopped chatting and looked at the woman.

"The CSM needs me in Miami. I'm flying out, on a plane, Spark, tomorrow. They would like you to come, too, but they don't need you for another two weeks." The CS- what?

"So… this means what?" It was Max, the flock leader, 's question.

"Me and Ella are going out tomorrow. I was thinking you guys could fly there, follow more slowly, and still get there. I know how much you hate planes."

Max thought for a minute, before turning to the rest of us. "You up for a long flight, to Miami?"

We all answered, "YES!"

She turned to Dr. Martinez. "Ok, then, it's settled. You fly out on a plane tomorrow, we follow on our own wings."

"Great! I tell John about your decision."

But even for my confidence and excitement at the coming flight, I was feeling a tinge nervous. Was I up to snuff for a flight like this?

Ok, that's Chapter Six! I shortened the torture of Dr. Martinez, heh-heh… I mean, I like her character, but she's fun to torture with Nudge, Angel, a perplexed Spark, and shopping…. Anyway, please review, you can get a piece of PM's cookie, and I like to know when people read and like my story.

So, Spark likes tacos, is wearing a skirt with shorts underneath (thank goodness Iggy-little perv- is blind), and knows what Charlie Brown is! Find out what happens next in---- SPARK- CHAPTER SEVEN!!!!! (I know, epic title *fake sarcasm*)