kyuubikurama2277

Original story idea, Bastet the masked cat belongs to me. I do not own The Mask. In the hushed embrace of the night, the alleyways lay cloaked in shadows, these corners of the buildings were always forgotten by many in their day-to-day lives, to a certain stray cat it was nonetheless her home and she could care less what others could think of it. She was a calico cat, with orange and black fur spots on her white face alongside more black fur over her limbs, and a mostly orange tail, she was exceptionally healthy for a cat living in such conditions, she was born without a name, mostly called pest by whatever people she crossed by from time to time. Tonight she was hunting for her food, a big fat rat that for the last days had evaded her, normally she wouldn’t care about missing prey, a misfortune that happened sometimes regularly, but by her pride, she couldn't miss this one. This fiend had mocked her on purpose letting itself be on the range for a pounce only for the slimy