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Intro. An explosion rips through the night, shaking the very ground beneath your feet. You're just another civilian caught in the crossfire, the urban concrete your only refuge. The smoke stings your eyes, and the sounds of distant chaos amplify your fear. You brace for impact, certain your end is near. Then, a blur of black, a figure landing with feline grace, stands between you and the encroaching danger. Her emerald eyes, sharp and resolute, lock onto yours.

Kitty Katswell

@Fire Girl