A young girl looked below her, directly at her future prey. The eye slits of her suit narrowed and she dropped, silently landing behind her prey. The prey in question was a man, in his late thirties maybe. He has short black hair, brown eyes, tan skin, and slight stubble. This man may not seem like much but he is a man that has raped nearly 13 girls under the age of 12. She lunged forward and her vibraniam claws formed, swiftly tearing into the man's skin. His blood sprayed onto her suit as she ripped her claws out, his throat following suit. She twisted her head around and looked at her surroundings. She pulled her index finger downwards with her thumb until a satisfying snap echoed in the now empty street. She turned and walked away, the antelope skin hip guards she was wearing brushed against her legs. She turned into an alley and her suit became black, blending into the shadows. She watched from the shadows as a youngish african female peaked her head around the corner. Clad in her shadow suit Catherine watched the girl tiptoe down the alley, as if searching for something....or someone. The girl brought her wrist up and tapped a few things on a bracelet.
"I've lost sight of the look alike, are you sure this is the right alley?" The girl whispered. That's when Catherine made her move. Silently stepping out from behind the now trapped girl she cast a shadow over her.
"Why are you following me?" Catherine's smooth and quiet voice shattered the silence. The girl spun around and pointed some form of weapon at Catherine's head, missing her by a centimeter. However Catherine didn't react, just stood there as her suit changed into his normal style of white and silver. Before the girl could respond Black Panther attempted to knock Catherine out. However she dodged, gracefully spinning out of the way and swiftly pulling out two karambits(double edged crescent curved blades) and taking a slightly crouched position with a low hissing sound. The two began fighting, however Shuri noticed that the white panther kept the danger away from her. It was odd.
"You are no panther if you use those type of claws." T'challa sneered.
"You are no panther if you get the powers from a plant." Catherine barked back, jumping over T'challa who was growing even more agitated. Catherine stood still as T'challa charged her, at the absolute last second she moved out of the way. T'challa ran straight into his sister, the duo both crumbling to the ground.
"Good day your highnesses, I would say its been a pleasure. But it really hasn't." Catherine sighed, sheathing her blades somewhere she turned and left. She stepped over the man's dead body and seemed to vanish. The siblings began fighting as Catherine watched from above, her mask off so she can look down at them. A cheshire can grin was plastered on her face as her platinum blonde hair waved in the breeze, her pale blue eyes watching the argument before she got bored. She stood up and threw down a black smoke bomb to her feet, vanishing from sight due to the teleportation ball mixed into the chemicals. Always fun to do that.
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White Panther
Fanfiction(yes, this is a thing now) Born with the powers and traits of the panther Catherine Aura was an odd one, with unmatched speed, agility, balance, strength, and intelligence. She was 16 when she was forced onto the streets and became known as the Whit...
