Another night, another patrol. The last several nights had come up empty and it was driving her insane. Of course she had come across the usual number of morons who felt the need to prey upon the innocent. Muggers and the like. Those were easily taken care of and sent on their merry way to jail. Tonight would likely be the same.

She smoothed her hand over the shotgun and a number of blades before laying them on the bed so she could call them to her later if need be. It had become almost a nightly ritual. Get dressed for comfortable fighting, handle the weapons, and then slink out to patrol the West End from the rooftops.

She stepped out onto the porch, closing the door behind her. Once she was in an alley she shifted to her panther form and took to the rooftops.

It wasn't long before she heard voices down below. Hushed whispering voices. The feline scented the air. One was familiar. The voice...also familiar. Giant furry paws helped her inch closer to eave to look down at the talkers. Ah...it was that girl she had seen in the Inn several weeks ago. Mouthy girl. What was she up to now? Kitty inched backwards until she was out of view, then laid down flat against the rooftop. Her ears swiveled around to better hear the conversation below. Not like she had anything else going on at the moment.