Kitten Possible

Chapter 1


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TITLE: Kitten Possible

AUTHOR: Angelboy

DISCLAIMER: “Kim Possible” and all characters within © The Walt Disney Company and its related entities. Kim Possible created by Mark McCorkle & Bob Schooley. All rights reserved. All other Characters not related to Kim Possible belong to their respective owners and creators. Original and ideas Characters are the intellectual property of their respective authors.

SUMMARY: Sometimes days just seem to keep getting worse, but when you're a teenage superhero that is having a string of bad days, life always is going to be showing its interesting side. After a mission goes awry, Kim has to face a new challenge in life.

TYPE: Kim/Shego

RATING: US: PG-13 / DE: 12

Words: 1403

As Kim dragged herself into her bed, she just could not figure out how the day could get any worse. DNAmy had been releasing her own pet creations out again. While the cuddle buddies based monstrosities were often cute, they still destroyed nearly twenty-five thousand dollars worth of property in the first day. Getting the cuddle buddies to settle down wasn’t hard, but one of them had knocked over a mess of chemicals into a fire, causing a chain reaction. Kim only had time to save DNAmy from the ensuing explosion before getting covered head to toe in a sticky syrup of chemicals. On top of that, semester finals were murder, and the lingering smell from the chemicals, even after three showers, gave Bonnie an opportunity to try and get her thrown off the squad. Little did she know as she collapsed onto her bed that she had tempted fate by wondering how things could be worse.

The next morning Kim stretched in her bed, letting out a huge yawn as her claws extended from her paws and her tail uncurled behind her. Wait, claws? Paws? TAIL?!?! Leaping off her bed, Kim bolted to the full sized mirror in her room and looked at her reflection in it. Instead of her normal body, she saw a calico cat staring back. Blinking slowly Kim turned to her pants from last night and tried to dig out her Kimmunicator. Failing that, she sat down to try and collect her thoughts. She had to go see Ron, he had a spare Kimmunicator, and she’d be able to write out what happened for him to tell Wade so that the computer whiz kid could then help her figure out a solution.

Grabbing out a piece of paper and an ink well she had gotten as thanks from an Amish family, Kim tried to write out a note to her parents that she’d be out for a while, and she’d call when she had the chance. Or at least, that was the plan. First when she bit the paper to pull out a sheet, she pierced right through it and tore it. After she had finally gotten that spread out where she could work on it, the next challenge was to get the ink well down. Leaping up to the shelf it was on was easy, and navigating to where the well rested was easier still, but then she started moving it and the sloshing ink inside caught her attention. After it settled down Kim shook her head and nudged the ink into a pile of laundry at the base of the shelf to prevent it from breaking open. Leaping down onto her desk, Kim’s attention was diverted by a quill pen she had gotten from a group of Tibetan monks whom she had saved from being used by Professor Dementor in one of his plots. The window was open, and a slight breeze was causing the feather to sway gently. Reaching out Kim batted at the feather playfully, smiling as it continued to shift in front of her. Forgetting about the note she was trying to write, Kim played with the feather until it finally fell from the holder and rested on her desk, causing her body to droop in disappointment. Blinking again, Kim remembered what she was doing and leaped down from the desk mentally cursing herself for getting distracted so easily. Reaching the ink well she set to pulling out the plug with her teeth while her paws tried to hold the bottle. After a couple minutes of work, the cork popped out, coating her front side with ink before pooling onto her carpet. Spitting out the plug in an attempt to get the taste of ink out of her mouth Kim growled in frustration as she looked at the ink spreading over her carpet. This note just would not work out at all, so she decided to just hurry over to Ron’s and try and get back to normal. At least they didn’t have class that day.

Tracking ink prints across her room, Kim frowned as she leaped out her window onto the roof. Walking down the slight angle she started climbing down the gutters, only to find that her paws didn’t grip well at all. As she fell her body seemed to right itself on its own, landing her on her feet gracefully, while she looked around to see if anyone had spotted her. After noticing that no one was about, Kim relaxed slightly and started running towards Ron’s in the most direct route. Leaping over the fences was easy enough, until she ran into Mr. McKittrick’s pit bull. At first she had tried to sneak past while it was snoozing in its doghouse, but it must have smelled her as it perked up just as she thought she was clear. Letting her ears droop as she heard it growl Kim coiled and leaped away, only to find out that the dog wasn’t chained. Her luck just did not seem to have anything good about it today, she thought as she let out a piteous cry, running down a back alley with a pit bull on her newly acquired tail. She no longer cared that she was getting covered in soot and grim, all she cared about was getting away without being mauled. Her heart sank lower when she heard another voice join in the barking, looking back she saw a Rottweiler had decided that she was a problem for it. Turning sharply out of the alleyway onto a busy sidewalk, she darted between legs in an attempt to shake the two dogs chasing her. Looking over her shoulder again she let out a moan of fear as she noticed another three had decided to join in. Things didn’t look good as she could feel her body growing tired, and see that the dogs were gaining on her.

Turning to face forward again she smiled slightly seeing an open air market ahead that could be where she could lose them. Diving under a fruit stand Kim started really pouring on the speed, trying to get away from the dogs that were crashing through every obstacle she tried to place between her and them. Slipping between some crates she was finally able to take a deep breath as she navigated the narrow spaces to the top, where she managed to leap up onto an awning. Walking along the rail she skirted the front of the store, and leap down, leaving the dogs sniffing around the crates. With a triumphant smirk Kim turned to walk away again, only to let out a howl of pain as someone stepped on her tail.

Without even bothering to look back, Kim took off away from the dogs she knew were after again. Turning down a side alley again Kim caught a glimpse of just how close the snapping maws of the dogs behind her were, causing her to kick up her escape speed again. Running as fast as she could, Kim bolted out of the alleyway and across a street, wanting to cry in frustration as she crossed the empty thoroughfare. She knew that the dogs weren’t going to have a problem crossing it, and she was losing ground to them the longer this chase went on. Turning to run along this street rather than down the alleyway she heard at least one of the dogs skid into a garbage can in the alley. Kim allowed herself a second of a smug smirk before she noticed the dead end she was heading for. Something told her that she should have stayed in bed today until suddenly a bright green flash went off behind her. Hearing an odd sound from behind her, and the whimpering of the dogs, Kim turned to look back and noticed that they were running away from a smoking crater in the street. Kim barely had time to wonder about the crater as she ran right into a wall, sending her back. Shaking her head to try and clear the dizziness Kim could barely heard a somewhat familiar voice speaking.

“Hey kitty, you alright?” the voice asked as she turned towards it. The only thing she saw before falling over with a mew of pain was neon green and black. After that she saw and heard no more as a pleasant state of unconsciousness consumed her.

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