“I am Mittens,” sighed Stealth. “… but I am also Stealth.” Her ears twitched back at the admission. “I want to be mittens.” Kitten memories, memories that Stealth had not experienced, flashed through her head. Kitten toys. Pouncing and bouncing around as light as a feather. Kitty treats and sleeping on Chel’s bed. “I want to be mittens. There were no worries .. there was not any fighting. Just playing, eating and sleeping.”
Within her thoughts, Stealth approached Mittens and dwarfed the house cat. The cat responded by arching its back and hissing at her. Of course … Stealth understood. She was heavier than Chel now. She could severely hurt Chel. She wasn’t nearly as ‘cute and cuddly’ as Sirius or Fly with their soft thick fur coats and huge round eyes.
“I want …” Stealth wished futilely.
The first panel is probably one of my favorite images of Stealth.
