[center][h1][u][color=HotPink]Clay McCog[/color][/u][/h1]
[i]Lakewood Plaza - September 1st, 17:08[/i][/center]
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[color=f7941d]"Oh yeah, you still have that thing about prey. You wanna, uh, sit this one out Clay?"[/color] his brother asked.  Still grasping his ears much too hard, Clay slowly nodded, turned and began walking back towards the store.  Each step almost mechanical and rhythmic as he forced himself forward with his tail curled once around one of his legs.  Finally, he made it inside and closed the door.  Slumping to the floor with his back against the wall, he sighed, partially out of relief, partially out of disappointment.  Stupid habit.  He rubbed the bruise on his forehead caused from running into the door earlier as he tried to calm down. [i]Ommmm... Ommmm... Ommmm...[/i]

[i][b]SMASH![/b][/i]

One of the front store windows shattered as a blur of pink shot out and towards the nearest cat.  Approaching at high velocity, Ms. DeVine couldn't react in time and was slammed with a headbutt.  She screeched in surprise, anger, and pain before being grabbed by the tail, swung in the air a couple times, then let go.

Clay watched the cat fly in an arc across the parking lot with a smug look that quickly turned to horror.
[i][color=HotPink]No!  I mustn't!  I have to get out of here![/color][/i]  He took off towards an alleyway beside the store and covered his eyes with his hands.  [i][color=HotPink]There's nothing here, there's nothing here, there's nothing here, there's nothing here...[/color][/i]