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"You're here to see if you can fight alright?"

She was in the Danger Room for the first time with Logan. They had showed her the uniform, but she refused to wear it. She hadn't even eaten breakfast. Insisting, by climbing a tree and not moving until Logan came and got her, instead that they go straight to training when she was told that Logan would have to test her fighting ability.

"Just fight alright? There aren't really any guidelines, or objectives. We just fight until I say stop alright?" She studied him. He certainly wasn't small, and looked strong. She smirked a little at her mental comment: 'you're big, fought bigger' Of course she hadn't actually, but she had learned the hard way not to let your opponent know how many people you've fought and how good they were. When you were 5' 5" and a girl people tend to underestimate you.

"If I hurt you just umm..." He scratched the back of the his head, uncertain. He would've said just tell me, but since she didn't speak... She rolled her eyes, and solved his problem for him. She became a white lioness and roared.

"Ok, if you get hurt just roar." She watched him take his fighting stance. Loose, fists, and feet shoulder width apart she could tell he had fought quite a lot of people. He knew, too tense and you pull a muscle. You pull a muscle you're done for. Too loose and you don't move fast enough, with the same results. She didn't know how he fought and he didn't know how she fought. Both tested the waters with nothing fancy. Just some pulled punches from Wolverine, a few not so pulled punches from Cat. After a few minutes she stopped testing the waters and dived right in, and soon found him to be a superior fighter. What she lacked in strength she made up for in speed and agility, but he was just as fast as her and much stronger. He didn't even appear to be trying. Every movement smooth and precise. No anger to cloud his judgement, but her frustration quickly grew. She wasn't that bad! She could beat some old man. She twirled around him and kicked him in the butt, knocking him over. When he turned around he was met with her sticking her tongue out at him. Taunting him. This, of course, irked him. A few more minutes of taunting and he was mad. She could tell, his shoulders hunched slightly, and his muscles were definitely tenser than they were before. His claws came out. Plus there was a funny little vein sticking out of his neck.

"Look, kid. I don't really want to stop now, but I have to warn you. Now you've made me mad." He all but growled. She stuck her tongue out at him in response. This time he did growl.

Bobby was waiting outside the Danger Room when Cat and Wolverine came out. She walked out as a small black cat with a slight limp, and some blood on her back. Logan's hair was a little messed up.

"Soo, how'd it go?" She stretched herself up his leg, and he eyes seemed to say pick me up. He laughed a little at the little cat and obligingly picked her up. She settled comfortably in his arms.

"Take her to the infirmary Icecube." This was met with a small growl.

"Oh shut it. You're bleeding and limping. You have to go."

"Yea Cat, you could be really hurt." Oh please, if I was really hurt I'd be yowling. Was what she thought as she glared, but let them take her to a strange new room.

"Oh Bobby, I'm not a vet! I... nevermind." She had leapt out of Bobby's arms and changed mid-leap into a human. A few glares, a bandage, and an ice pack later found Cat and Bobby sitting outside by their tree. It was her second day, but she already thought of the tree as hers.

"So, I've got a few questions for you." She nodded a little as if to say go on. The morning sun was making her drowsy.

"Why don't you wear shoes?" She opened her eyes at this, trying to think of how to get it across to him. She pointed to his left foot.

"What?" Annoyed she pointed at it again with a bit more emphasis, hoping he would get it.

"Why are you pointing at my shoes?" Sighing, and annoyed, she began to untie his shoe.

"Oh, you want to see it." He helped her untie the rest of it, and get it off his foot. Her eyes smiled a bit at the sight of his sock. There was a hole where his big toe poked through. Without a smile, but without a scowl she poked his toe. He laughed and wriggled it at her. This earned him a split second, half smile. She put the shoe on her foot. It was too big, but for her purposes it didn't matter. She changed quickly into a tiger and back again. She wasn't supposed to change at all much to her irritation. She handed him back his shoe, or really what was left of it. Her paw had exploded it open like a balloon. Bobby looked at it then back at his sock.

"Guess I need new shoes. Why don't your clothes do that then?" She shrugged and pointed to the holes and tears.

"So it sort of does it with your clothes, but not so much." She nodded an inch, resumed her spot leaning against the tree, and closed her eyes again. She was beginning to not mind his presence as long as he didn't touch her unless she gave him permission to. Why people touched that much at all was beyond her. She could tell he was relaxing around her too. His muscles were more relaxed, his eyes weren't wary at all anymore, and his voice was softer too. Like he was adopting her silence the only way he could. Just be being quieter.

"So, next question. Kurt told me about how you two met. If you could have changed anytime you wanted why didn't you do so before you ran into Kurt?" She thought about her answer to the question first and then how to answer. She wanted to say 'because people were watching, and I know people don't generally like it when you change into a giant white tiger.' But how do you say that when you can't actually say anything? She moved from her spot again to try to explain, but all she could do was gesture around at the other students playing around outside.

"What?" She pointed to individual people, then to herself, made fake whiskers on her face, pointed back at them, and then made a scared face.

"Oh, you didn't want other people to see did you? So you were leading them to an alley?" She was thankful for the excuse. She hadn't wanted to admit it to herself earlier, but she had been scared by the men and hadn't even remembered she could have just turned a corner, became a cat, and have gone on her merry way. It wasn't until someone else tried to fight for her did she remember how dangerous she could actually be.

"Last question. Why don't you talk? I mean, are you not able to, or do you just not want to?" It was strange for her to have to express her thoughts and feelings to other people. She was used to being alone, and she thought she preferred it that way. She moved her lips as if she was talking, trying to explain to him how she felt about talking.

"So you aren't able to talk?" She shook her head.

"So you can talk you just don't want to?" She nodded, and leaned back again. He sat and thought for a moment trying to think of why someone wouldn't want to talk. He couldn't get it. How could you not want to talk? Talking was so much easier, and way more fun than silence. He waited a few minutes before speaking again.

"Why don't you talk?" He watched her closely. Waiting for a small shrug, or something, but nothing came. He was confused and hurt a little. She had never ignored him before, and he didn't like being ignored.

"Cat?" He was about to poke her when he realized. She was asleep. Her head was falling to the side, and her chest was rising and falling steadily but slowly. He smiled a little at her. She really was a cat. Lulled to sleep by the sun.

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