Bad Kitty 🐈‍⬛🐾

Lonely Kitty

Late at midnight, Claw Noir came back to the bar filled with merciful criminals older than him. His shadow got their attention and they laughed at the young teenage villain cat making his way inside.

"Look what the cat dragged in. Oh, wait! That is the cat!" The thug laughed with everyone.

"You owe us a reward, kitten!" Another laughed and the doors were now blocked by strong men with muscles.

Claw Noir made his way to the bar, "One glass of milk, now" Claw Noir unsheathed his claws that he meant it.

"Aww....an angry kitten can't find milk from his mama cat" The bartender laughed and handed him a glass of milk.

The cat growled at the word 'mama' but he held it in to not cause a bar brawl because he came here for answers if they knew anything about the Copycat. He goes to the empty table, sits down, and puts his feet on the table edge.

"Laugh all you want but I'm not looking for trouble this time, boys" Claw Noir rapidly licks his glass of milk like an actual cat would do before stopping, "You're all wanted outlaws and I'm here for answers"

"The only thing you're here is your death, Claw Noir," The thug said coldly but then saw his friend lurking behind Claw Noir while distracting him, "Well, now that you're here, your death will be our reward to avenge those you killed"

But the young villain swipes his claws at two of them, cutting off parts of their beards and mustaches.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk" He waved his finger at them with his claws near the other's throat, "I said I'm not looking for trouble. Unless you want to watch your friend die tonight while his blood splatters everywhere like a bomb" Claw Noir warned them with anger in his eyes.

"Okay! Okay! We can see you're serious! We'll listen!" The thug quickly said before the cat tried to kill their friend.

"Good" Claw Noir threw him aside, knocking the table down, "There's a Copycat out there who can become anyone like a shapeshifter. Any of you know?"

"We don't but we believe it's connected to this myth about a chameleon jewelry" The criminal answered.

"Ah, the chameleon jewelry. That's a myth! I need real solutions!" Claw Noir did not like when they joked about that myth that doesn't exist.

"No, we saw it! We swear! It was created by witchcraft in 1693. The story goes when a witch was accused of witchcraft, she found a way to get out of trouble by using the magic of the chameleon to shapeshift into anyone the holder wanted. But it was lost and the story was passed down to future generations and the ones alive today, they covered the story to make everyone believe it's a myth so no man would ever find it" The bandit explained the real true story.

"Ah, so it's a real shapeshifter then," Claw Noir said.

"And dangerous too. We thought it looked like you when it bisexually attracted guys" The thug cringed.

"I may have kissed guys but I never give them sexual pleasures. That imposter does the opposite of me. Do any of you see the real person behind it?" Claw Noir asked.

"No, we believe it's a woman. It could be anyone you face that has a grudge on you. Or worse, revenge to kill you" The criminal said while sipping his beer.

"A woman you say?" Claw Noir said.

He thought of different mean women in his life. Some he spared and some he has killed. Even if he doesn't kill women only if they are bad girls that try to kill him without mercy.

"That imposter doesn't speak at all. It's like you ripped her tongue out. Anyone you know?" The criminal asked.

"No, I never rip tongues out from bad girls. Whoever she is, she's trying to reach the top of the food chain. I'm not gonna let her get on top with mine" Claw Noir growled lowly.