FF: Cat's Cradle: Part Two [Sahra, Storm, Logan, and the gang] [PG]
- Title: Cat's Cradle
Author: Elizabeth (Shadow)
Disclaimer: I own Sahra and her Clan. Everyone else belongs to Marvel and
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Series: Summer Solstice; this story is the sequel to Curiousity
Feedback: Please, yes. Contact me at ithica6@...
�Whaddya mean, you don�t know?� Logan snarled. The newcomers just blinked
Finally, Ororo looked at him, though she kept flicking glances at their
guests. �I think they mean, that our guest earlier in the year was just a
precursor to something bigger. He was easy to defeat because he was a mage
with little enough talent and a lot of greed. He was also a channel.
Someone was feeding that power through him.� Logan was somewhat stunned by
this. Then he picked up on the strange undertones in her voice. She was
being fed the information as much as that idiot had been fed power.
There was something familiar about that voice but he couldn�t quite place
it. He was about to ask when five big somethings loomed out of the roiling
fog. Snikt! All his senses went on the alert. A gentle hand rested on his
arm. �These are reinforcements as well as our mounts. Do you think we
would come unarmed, like kittens?� Kathleen asked quietly. Logan turned
back to face the new arrivals. Like Sahra�s huge black stallion, Majesty,
these horses were at least sixteen hands tall and looked to be all
rock-solid muscle. Bay, silver, palomino, white, and dun, they were
Each of the newcomers made their way to the horses. In between, the two
full-cats morphed into half-cats, like Sahra. Maeve was all tawny and gold
with black patches in her hair and on her skin. Two tear lines swept down
her face, from the inside corners of her eyes to the bottom of her nose.
The creamy toned of her throat and chest hinted at a paleness that ran the
length of her body. Michael, on the other hand, was more a paler brown with
deeper brown patches. There were no tear-lines or paleness marking his
exposed skin. Maeve flirted with him as she passed, but it was a harmless
gesture. Still, Ororo placed a possessive hand on his shoulder.
Each of the horses and their riders were well-matched, even a novice like
Logan could tell that. �Logan, you can show us to the stables,� Kathleen
said, but, by the tone of her voice, it was more an order then a request.
�No, Sahra, you must stay with Mistress Ororo. There is something coming
that only concerns the pair of you. Please take it away from the house
though. The kids have had enough of an eyeful watching us without adding
this to it.�
Both Ororo and Logan looked up to the dorm windows. They were crammed with
kids. At this distance, all they could see were a group of people talking,
but they would have seen enough to know something big was going on. Ororo
grinned. She turned to Logan. �There are several open stalls right now.
You know the ropes now. I�ll take care of this. Sahra,� and she grinned
down at the girl, who had returned to her full-cat form, �you willing?� If
she had been in her human shift, she would have been gleefully rubbing her
hands together. �I�ll take that as a yes. Come on.�
The pair left the group and moved out of sight under the windows.
Suddenly, cries and shrieks of surprise greeted them. Ororo boosted Sahra
up to the level of the window. Linking them, Ororo watched through Sahra�s
eyes as the whole group was drenched with water. A spring rainstorm had
emptied itself on their heads. Ororo grinned. Now, on to business.
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