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The tiny black kitten may as well have been an oversized rodent rocketing its way towards her - pink eyes grew wide as she let out a startled cry and stumbled backwards, heels scuffing against the concrete.

Her dress had been chosen according to the weather, which had been rather pleasant for being an otherwise rainy April. The sun had come out, thus her dress had as well, picking out a cute one with white lace trim that fell right above her knee. Which, as unfortunate as it was, meant that bare legs were open season for the tiny kitten's needle-like claws and fangs.

As soon as she felt the pinpricks digging into her soft, beautiful pale skin, her leg instinctively began to kick out, forcing her to look as though she were doing a weird, interpretive dance to the (rather hurried looking) mallgoers.

"STOP, STOP IT - " Her orders were interrupted only by brief shrieks and gasps, "Don't you - HEY!"

Everything stung.

His teeth and claws might have been baby-sized, but they still hurt nonetheless. And Prissy had a feeling that once she got home and was able to clean up the small cuts, it would hurt even more to put soap against them.

That little pest....

He'd been too quick for her to thump with her satchel again. It was lucky for him that he chose to run away, else Prissy might have sought out a purse-maker that specialized in creating wallets out of little kitten fur.

Hmph.

Turning on her heels, the pinkette made a beeline back to her convertible. There was absolutely no way she'd find any enjoyment out of shopping today, especially if trying on clothes meant shedding blood on practically everything she tried. No, she would go home and tend to her battle wounds and should the day arrive that she'd run into this pompous General of his, she would certainly speak her mind to him about his particularly bratty Guardian cat!