http://unnamed-nothing.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] unnamed-nothing.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] capeandcowllogs 2009-12-29 06:22 am (UTC)

/DESTROYS any chance Trowa had at retaining his badass dignity

It was one thing to deal with overcoming a mindset that was all instinct, and a slightly more difficult one to have to fight off that took the warlike aspects of both the human and the lion and mashed them into one big, vicious desire to kill.

Trowa discovered that it was another matter entirely to be stuck as a roly-poly little brownish kitten (http://i47.tinypic.com/71laus.jpg).

A kitten that looked a little bit like it had been run over by a tractor, but an adorable little ball of fluff nonetheless--and one with a very strong and innocent thought pattern that tended to revolve around Food?, What's This?, Play, and Hey, Where's My Family?

Plus--to his dismay--unnatural grace only went so far when combined with the unbearably unsteady and clumsy padding about of something that had only been alive for a couple of months.

He couldn't see over the snow pile, no matter how far he tilted his suddenly-tiny head up; covering his bases, the little creature hissed at the unseen enemies, the fur on his back rising into a tiny little hackle mohawk.

And then he tripped over his own feet and smushed his nose into the cold, wet snow with a pitiful squeak.

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