I had too much fun with this! Just so you know, when she gets to a certain level of excitement, Cat will shout things in random languages, even gibberish.
A little black kitten wandered into the lounge room. It hopped up on the sofa and curled into a little fluffy ball on someone's lap. Blade looked down at the little ball of fur in her lap. Blade Howard was not one to be soft. But the sight of the cat melted her. She picked it up and looked into it's purple gaze.
“Hey little kitty! Aren't you adorable?!”
The cat let out a soft “mew” and started to purr. Blade cuddled it, stroking the soft fur. Scott entered the room.
“What'cha got their Blade?”
“Something you can't have!”
He gave her a funny look before his gaze was directed to the thing in her arms. A knowing smirk lit his face and he walked into the kitchen. Blade followed, still holding the kitten.
“Why do you have that smirk on your face?”
Scott ignored her and got out supplies for baking. Blade glared at him until the little kitten pawed her arm and licked her hand. She smiled down at it and stroked it again. The purring started and Blade looked back to Scott.
“Are you a jealous kitty?”
He scoffed at her question, mixing ingredients.
“That a yes?”
He didn't answer and placed things on a cookie sheet.
“That's a yes.”
He slid the sheet into the oven and walked into the living room area. Blade followed once more. The kitten kept getting Blade's attention.
“Why you jealous Scotty?”
He opened a magazine and flipped through it.
“Is it because Cat hasn't been around?”
He skimmed a few articles before looking at he recepies.
“Do you miss your kitty?” she teased.
It didn't seem long before the timer on the oven went off. Scott walked back to the kitchen, Blade following. The smell of chocolate chip cookies filled the air. The cat leapt out of Blade's arms and onto the floor. A few seconds later, Cat was hugging Scott tightly, a cookie in each hand.
“I love you Relampaco Blanco!!!”
Scott smiled and Blade blinked.
“What?”
“ Relampaco Blanco is Spanish for White Lightning,” Scott explained.
“No I mean...what just happened?”
“Easy. You just got scammed.”
A little black kitten wandered into the lounge room. It hopped up on the sofa and curled into a little fluffy ball on someone's lap. Blade looked down at the little ball of fur in her lap. Blade Howard was not one to be soft. But the sight of the cat melted her. She picked it up and looked into it's purple gaze.
“Hey little kitty! Aren't you adorable?!”
The cat let out a soft “mew” and started to purr. Blade cuddled it, stroking the soft fur. Scott entered the room.
“What'cha got their Blade?”
“Something you can't have!”
He gave her a funny look before his gaze was directed to the thing in her arms. A knowing smirk lit his face and he walked into the kitchen. Blade followed, still holding the kitten.
“Why do you have that smirk on your face?”
Scott ignored her and got out supplies for baking. Blade glared at him until the little kitten pawed her arm and licked her hand. She smiled down at it and stroked it again. The purring started and Blade looked back to Scott.
“Are you a jealous kitty?”
He scoffed at her question, mixing ingredients.
“That a yes?”
He didn't answer and placed things on a cookie sheet.
“That's a yes.”
He slid the sheet into the oven and walked into the living room area. Blade followed once more. The kitten kept getting Blade's attention.
“Why you jealous Scotty?”
He opened a magazine and flipped through it.
“Is it because Cat hasn't been around?”
He skimmed a few articles before looking at he recepies.
“Do you miss your kitty?” she teased.
It didn't seem long before the timer on the oven went off. Scott walked back to the kitchen, Blade following. The smell of chocolate chip cookies filled the air. The cat leapt out of Blade's arms and onto the floor. A few seconds later, Cat was hugging Scott tightly, a cookie in each hand.
“I love you Relampaco Blanco!!!”
Scott smiled and Blade blinked.
“What?”
“ Relampaco Blanco is Spanish for White Lightning,” Scott explained.
“No I mean...what just happened?”
“Easy. You just got scammed.”
Alias:Avenue
Powers/skills: -No powers.....but, he is swordsman and a expert marksman.
-Field tactics
-Hand to hand combat
-Can make bombs and explosives
Past: Chris was given up for adoption when he was born, his parents failed to tell their later on kids that had on older sibling. Upon returning later on around the age of 21, he realized both his parents had passed. But had two remaining siblings, Brendan and Crystal.
Others: -Musically inclined!
-A lot more social than Fang. He's a social butterfly!
-Picks on Fang more than Crystal.