Destined Fur More

DUN DUN DUH !!!!1!!

Okay, my first coherent though went a little something like 'What the fuck am I doing outside?' But I suppose there was nowhere else for me to melodramatically stop off to besides Graham's room (ah, no-no) and the bathroom (and who stomps off to a bathroom to make a point?).

Doing what I do best, I muttered in an irritated tone. "Great. Now my lips aren't virgins. This is wonderful. Here I'd thought they were so innocent, and they liked the .0452346 kiss bestowed upon them.

"Yeah, well, FUCK YOU, LIPS." I growled to myself, eyes just barely glancing at the paw prints. Quickly, I looked back down, and sure-enough, there were my kitty prints. They seemed to be the size of my head, but I dismissed this and deftly (yeah, okay, I know what you're thinking. Fisher… Fisher deftly did something? DEFTLY? BAHAHA. Yeah, I got it. FUCK YOU. I CAN DEFTLY DO SOMETHING WHENEVER I DEFTLY WANT).

I made sure all the tracks were smeared in with the snow, even being as thorough as going a few feet into the woods. (A/N: Bahaha… so people, I was thinking, and… Well, if you paid enough attention to the former chapter, Fisher is in a towel. I never really told you she got dressed –how would she know where the clothes are? So let's play a game, alright? It's called 'Ignore These Petty Mistakes Your Author Is Too Lazy To Fix And Pretend Fisher Has Clothes On'. Sounds fun, right? Great. Carry on. :D)

I sighed, running a hand through my still-wet hair. What's a girl to do in these kinds of situations? Oh, I suppose I should say 'What's a shape-shifter to do in these kinds of situations?'

Ah, screw politically correct.

Crossing my arms for a futile attempt at keeping warm, I began to wonder about my overall situation. What was I supposed to do for the rest of my life? It's not like I can just blend right back into society. I had some anger issues, so what if someone cut me off on the highway?

Bam. Kitty time.

Then my car would crash and I would die and everything would just suck from there on out. Not to mention I still needed to get some things straight with the Kellers. I mean, Laurie had acted like she knew something, and I wanted to know what that was. Should I start a quest for my real family? I mean, if I was a shape-shifter, then they had to be shape-shifters, right? Maybe just one was.

But why would they get rid of me? Were they dead? Why did Laurie say 'We had no choice'? Did my real parents force me on them on the threat of gory death? Because if they did, I would love them just for the threat and the mental image of Laurie's face, though I would still demand to know why. It's just weird thinking that I'd live inside someone for nine months and didn't know anything about them.

One thing is for sure; once I got control of myself, I was going back home to tie up the loose ends. And tie them tight I would. After the last visit—never again. Well, at least not on purpose. The population here was small, but the space was huge.

Grumbling to myself, I figured I should practice my shifting.

I mean, you'll never know when a moose is going to attack, so why not be prepared to change into your alter-ego leopard, you know?

Tromping a good five minutes into the woods, I took a few deep breaths before realizing Cracker had said I'd need to be scared to do it. Grumbling to myself, I tried to get my blood pumping. I narrowed my eyes, letting out a primal scream and began running wide circles.

I was in the middle of a great "—" When a voice stopped me.

"Fisher," Teapot said, "What the fuck—" Dramatic pause and pointed look of confusion "—Are you doing?"