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 PuurrFected  Criminal


 Master  Thief!!



Best Friends, Enemies

Ska Skinwalker 

Be'lial Morningstar 

And In Gotham

Bruce Wayne



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What's Your Obsession??

My Story Is...



Selina Kyle was Born on a ElseWorld planet called Gemiriar where it was Ruled Under a Dictatorship Government that her parents were council members of.

A Fallen Seraph Angel named Ska Skinwalker, was instructed by Lucifer Morningstar to Kill Everyone and Bring there Daemons Animal Souls or Otherwise known as Familiars to him. At first she targeted the adults and their Familiars. But then a bargain was made to extend the adults livelihood. And all the children's familiar on Gemiriar were murdered during a Massive Green Storm, except for Kyle, who had escaped that Terrifying Ordeal But not without having some major changes that affected her. Her Daemon or Familiar was Altered and Trapped inside her but in feline form. As she was then brought to Earth, Specifically Gotham City, NJ before her 6TH Birthday. Then in her Adulthood when she met Michael, another Angel, he taught her how to bring her Daemon in or out at will, and learned it could change to any feline form. Also she possesses the gift of Astral projection.

Selina was placed in a Orphanage that was Corrupt and was adopted by a Man named Rex Calabrese.  Rex used to be Known as the Father of the Underground Mafia Prior to adopting Selina. But Falcone had since taken control over Gotham City.  Rex used Selina to Build his Empire back up slowly. he taught her the Ways of Thievery to Help him get back to Owning Gotham City Once More. 

Rex saw her Special Abilities, and made sure that she was Only to use certain aspects of what he saw in her. There under his Control and Guidance, Rex Trained Her To Become A Professional Thief. Home Schooled in the 7 Bells Of Pick Pocketing Education. She was Secluded from Normal Society. She Learned the Arts of Stealing!! And The Ability To Do So! Gymnastics, Parkour, and Street Fighting were some of curricular activities. Along with the Education of Valuable items such as Fine Art, Money, Precious Gems. How to tell the difference between an something that is fake or genuine. Also she learned Computer Hacking, and Classified Document Forgeries, along with Small Electronic Devices! She Became Extremely Talented at this Craft and Enjoyed The High From Stealing! It was as if she was Born To Steal! 

But even though she was Child Laborer/Thief for Him, she still defied him on many occasions which led to many physical and mental scars. Two of which Impacted her Greatly. One being an Underground Russian Roulette Game she Witnessed. And the other was when Rex had set her up to Fall in Falcone's hands around her 17th Birthday to teach her Hard Lesson On Who Was The Better Mafia Father, once his Empire was taking shape again. Rex thought he didn't really need her anymore because she was too much trouble and not worth it! And she was then Forced to Work for Falcone as a Trade Off. But for what type of trade off, she never revealed. 

But by her 20th Birthday things changed again. And she was owned by Rex once more. But not long after that, Selina met a hitman named Chev Chelios who she paid to Kill Rex. And then became Free of Any Man, and changed her name from Selina to Kougar. As she took what she had Learned and Became the Famous Catwoman, Queen of Thieves In Gotham City Today.

She has Stolen Many Valuables throughout her life. She lives on the Edge with an Adrenaline Rush from her Crimes! She is a Deadly Cat-Burglar, Feline Thief in the Night. But she does have a Heart! Some Stolen Items have Helped to Provide Food, and Clothes to the Local Orphanges, and those in need! And she will Help Any Stray Cat, and Take them in! But for certain Men of Power she absolutly Can't stand. She has seen a lot of Corruption with Drugs, Weapons, and Human Trafficking.  So Be Warned.. Don't let this Purple Feline Thief Cross your Mind or set Foot in your Heart.. 


  Her Personality isn't exactly the Warm, Fuzzy Friendly House Cat. She is has Dealt with an Ugly Life. She Trusts a Few And Hates So Many. But to those she does open up to and does Trust, she can be very loyal, and playful. She used to have a close Friendships with Tony Stark and Nikki Sixx. But sometimes Journeys split and friends go their separate ways. 

Canon 1. Alternate Place


In Gotham

Split Canon 


 Kyle has a Loving Companion by her side. A Pet named Charlie! A Florida Red Panther.


   He Is Very Protective Of Kougar!


Catwoman-Aka-Kougar's Kyle's Abilities: Updated 8/9/2018

Kougar's Daemon Animal Soul is named KiTT, and can move in and out of Kougar's body freely. And can communicate with Kougar through telepathy if needed. It also can Change to any type of Feline Big or Small. As well as to giving her the use of its power from the inside, by allowing Kougar to see through its Eyes, use its Claws, Have Heightened Hearing, and Smelling, and have the gift of Speed to be used for her Gain. But the Daemon soul or Familiar when outside of her body cannot go far from her. And she is no longer able to use the extra gifts Heightened Hearing, Smelling, Seeing or Speed with her Familiar separated from her body.  And if Injured her familiar needs to be return back to her body in order to be Healed. If kept away to long while injured Both Her and Animal Soul will die.

Astral Projecting is another gift she somehow obtained. Though it is not sure if it was due to the events of her childhood or was predestined. Astral projection can be done by Sleep or a Meditation state where Kougar can Travel anywhere by using the Daemon soul as a cord to her real body. The Spirit body can Travel to other places on Earth, but she cannot be seen by anyone, except those with supernatural abilities themselves. Vampires, Demons, Angels Etc. But to other realms she can be viewed. Also with Great Control of Low vibrations Kougar gives off she can move objects to some degree only when she puts all of concentrations into it.

Long Raven Hair Blue Gray Eyes that can Change Form Height 5'7 without the Boots And All the Right Curves In All the Right Places!!

Fun loving, and loyal to only a few. And distant, cold, and sarcastic to most. She loves to Flirt with Danger! And Adores All Animals. But Cats are what she is Most Gravitated Too.. I Wonder Why?

The High From Stealing, Coffee. The Smell of Cigarette Smoke, Cologne and Alcohol Breath rolled into one. And Emeralds, Canary Diamonds, & Muscle Cars That PuuuRRR are Her Favorite Things to Steal!!

~Secrets In General~

Her main penthouse is on the Eastside, but she has others. And she has one Bunker.

Men with Power, she says she can't stand, but some Men with Power can be quite an addiction to her, as she Flirts with the Dark Side. Lex Luthor, and Thomas Wayne are the only two who have Manipulated and used Power to Control her. But Generally speaking she is One Who likes to be in Control. In her past Carmine Falcone had Power over her as a Teenager. But she got her Revenge on him since then, and Claimed to of his Fingers.


Marguerite Tone, Irena Dubrovna-Miss LaPerm, Madame Moderne, K or Kat which is most often used.

Spicy Food, Flying, Guns, Certain People of her Past, Human Trafficking, Drugs, Slave Children Laborers, and Supernatural Wolves.. 


Bullwhip w/Kevlar To Reinforce Strength & Resist Cutting! Throwing Knives, Blinding Light Capsules, Boleadoras, Taser, Wrist Mounted Crossbow, Caltrops, Catarang And Other Devices Such As: Hacking Device, Sunglasses w/Headphone Blocker, Grappling Gun, Holographic Bracelet Device, High Pitch Frequency Device, Lock Pick tools, Sleeping Agent: Halothane. And Her Ride For Getting Around is Victory Hammer 8 Ball Motorcycle and a Purple Dodge Demon Charger. Unless She is Stealing whatever Ride crosses her Path that she Fancies!


Kitty Nights Burlesque - Open-Thursday To Sunday!! Come One, Come All!!

Grand Prospect Hall


Faithful Followers In The Biz To Catwoman! 

Neo Felis -{FC Keanue Reeves} Dark hair, 5'6, Average Body Type ~Loves Playing Ice Hockey, is a Black Hat-DDos-Cracker Hacker at Kitty Nights Burlesque and Grand Prospect Hall. And he is a Submissive Pet to the One and Only Catwoman!









Jim Balent -{FC Himself} Dirty Blonde hair, 6'3, Thin Body Type ~ Professional Artist & Graphic Designer For Advertising for Kitty Nights Burlesque, as well as to being Head Bouncer. Background Training in Sword Fighting & Karate. {2nd Degree Brown Belt.} He Loves the Ladies BooBies, and has a Tiger Werecat Heritage Line. [Wiki Cat People for More Info. or ask me.] And has been given the nickname Bright Eyes!!











Bad Boys!

Dr. Troy Hellyar - {FC-Julian McMahon} Billionaire & Founder of LabCorp. Genetic Institute of Bio Science & Engineering .And Womanizer. 

Robert Stanton - {FC-Brad Pitt} Democratic Municipal Councilman 

Lee Christmas- {FC-Jason Statham} A Hired gun who carries out his assignments with percision and strict code.

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Kougar Kyle

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Character Relationship Status

Canon 1 . JM 9/11/12 Split Canon 2. Single

Character Abilites

~MORE ABOUT DAEMONS/FAMILIARS~ Kougar's Daemon Animal Soul can move in and out of Kougars body freely. And can give her the use of its power from the inside, by allowing Kougar to see through its Eyes, use its Claws, Have Heightened Hearing, and Smelling, and have the gift of Speed to be used for her Gain. But the Daemon soul or Familiar when outside of her body cannot go far from her. And if Injured it needs to be return back to her body in order to be Healed. If kept away to long while injured Both Her and Animal Soul will die. ~HER OTHER GIFT~ Astral Projecting is another gift she somehow obtained. Though it is not sure if it was due to the events of her childhood or was predestined. Astral projection can be done by Sleep or a Meditation state where Kougar can Travel anywhere by using the Daemon soul as a cord to her real body. The Spirit body can Travel to other places on Earth, but she cannot be seen by anyone. But to other realms she can be viewed. Also with Great Control of Low vibrations Kougar gives off she can move objects to some degree only when she puts all of concentrations into it.

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Fantasy, Violence, Rated R, 18+, Gore, Comedy, Action, Adventure

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(((I'm a 10 year Vet Rper.))) Cosplayer Models Currently Are: Kamiko Zero, Jemma Pepper, & Alexikens *Actress Pics Used Are: Katie McGrath, Dita Von Teese* As Kyle Herself! And Various Pics are used in my Rp Stories! **Violence, Sex, Drugs is Acceptable due to Corruption IF the Story Takes That Direction.. But Writer Must Be Over 21. And have a Real Story. No Random Smut.** Don't kill my character. My character has a mate in a world called Kishori.. But She leads Other Lives, some say 9! And MAY choose another Love Interest in her World of Gotham. ~Feel free to Plot Ideas w/me. Past event Youth Rp is Welcomed and so is Script Style Rp,~ !!NOTE!! All Threads Will Be Saved. If the Rper Wishes to read Our Personal Thread and have access to it, please PM me your email address. Your email address will Not be given to anyone. This Character Of Catwoman Is My Take Of Her, Please Respect That.

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  • The silence that surrounded the conflicted priest was deafening. Darkness, emptiness, and loneliness. Everywhere he looked, he was surrounded by a prison of nothingness. The lack of an answer began to knip at the priest’s mind. All of his efforts were in vain. He slammed his fist onto the ground, and cried. “Oh lord.. Why can I not have an answer? What have I done to deserve this alienation? The sins of my ancestors do not affect my actions! Adam and Eve were FOOLS--I, however, am much better. You know this, do you not? Have you not seen all that I have done for you?” On his knees, he raised his upper body, and lifted up his arms towards the cross on the wall of this church. “I have built this church, punished sinners, taken one of your servants into my body, and pledged my life to you. But you haven’t given me your good will. You haven’t opened your doors to welcome me. What will it take? Must I kill myself in your honor? Force myself into your home?” He stood up, fists clenched and and eyes on the cross. The cross was the only light in the room. Two lights from the ceiling shone on the cross, the glistening light in the surrounding darkness.

    “Imagine living a life of regret. A life that of which your past feels unfinished. Unable to live a life with purpose because your of your sins chaining you to your past. An outcast of the world--a stray soul--unable to form some kind of connection with society. Despite everyone around you being mirrors of yourself, being as sinful as you, and being as mortal as you, you cannot form a connection. Constant indifference to the world around you. This is what I struggled with years ago. But, now I will present you a question and an answer. Can a conscious, sentient being find something in nothing? Find purpose beyond survival?” He pauses, and looks to the right. He scowls at something; however, there is nothing there. His eyes are brought back to the cross. “Indeed they can. You are my purpose. Everyday, all I do is for you. Every waking moment I spend thinking of what I can do to please your excellence. Every moment I serve you. And what do I ge-” As if he was interrupted by something. He looks back to his right, and huffts. “You’re an exception, yes. You are an angel; however, the Lord is not recognizing that I wish to be in Heaven prior to my death. I require guaranteed salvation. I will not wait until the day I die to know where my soul will be.” Then, something interrupted him again. The opening of the door.

    He goes completely silent, and merely looks back at the door. His lambent, golden eyes squint at the sight of a woman in purple latex entering his church. “Hmph.” He calmly looks down at his suit and begins to adjust it, pulling down his sleeves and fixing his collar. Afterwards, he teleports to the hallway that Catwoman entered from. When she went up to the balcony floor to look at the inside of the church, Ehud was already about five feet behind her. “I don’t suppose you’re here for a confession.” Ehud was a tall, 6’4” male with blonde hair and blue eyes. Their color had changed from where he was standing prior. His hair was combed perfectly, and a confident smile showed his white teeth. In his hand, he held a large leather bible with golden lettering. “Look, I’ll be frank. Give me one good reason why you’re here, or I’m kicking you out of my church myself. Police don’t do good enough of a job around here.”

    (I again apologize for the wait.)

  • The eerie sensation within the building was never aesthetic alone… although once upon a time it could have raised the hair on the back of his neck, Kei was all too used to it by now. The sensation of eyes watching. The drafts in the building. The miscellaneous sounds at night from the feline inhabitants. If any of the details had once made him jump, it was far too distant for that now. Yet not without choice words to the spirit’s occasional arrival through the walls. His eyes followed the black streak that moved within the theatre- on a mission. He knew it wasn’t an occupant, somehow. While any black cat could be any black cat, he knew not a single stray in the house with a demeanor quite like it.

    His gaze shifted back just as Kougar’s had, once he felt eyes upon him and the cat no longer held interest. “You like that? Got it from the old man.” Kei mused back in a muttered tone. The aggression was lacking where it had been prior, but that tongue of his hadn’t dulled for a second. It was a curse of its own. The concept of a filter was null, and whatever force it took to make him mind his words had to be a strong one. If there were an ounce of himself that wanted to credit the man? He thought it might as well have been just that.

    Oh… He didn’t like it. Not a single bit. It showed by the way piercing blues had shot open incredulously. The stare sobered to a gaze that was the only thing sharper than his tongue.  The moment it was cast toward her, it was evident a fuse had been lit. With each moment that passed, the shadows in the man’s face seemed to deepen. He was gritting his teeth together soon enough. It was a wonder he let her finish. Even as she quieted, he kept the scowl trained on her. Without taking a breath, once silence took over, the fuse reached its end.

    “Yeah… you think so? Why don’t you look around you? Just one more time.” Kei spat. His eyes went to the theatre seats within the audience, most dust covered, several were left in disrepair. “We’ll start here. There’s near forty strays that live in this building. They’ve either grown up here or they’ve made their own way in, but they were here well before either of us, and they’ll be here when you’re dead.” His head turned sharply back to the woman. His jawline tipped just a few degrees further to one side. “You know what ranks right next to demons on the list? Humans. They’re just as piss poor as the first in their own special way, I promise you. So you take ‘em to a shelter? Around here? and half of ‘em will be dead in a week. The other half get left in cells for the last parts of their lives or dumped on some college students that’ll have returned them in a month. Think about the things you’re pretending to be, why don’t you.”

    …Where did that come from? Spite? Anger? Was that a flash of fear even, in his eyes? He didn’t quite know himself, but a tightness in his chest and the tension in his jaw proved it was there. Finally- finally, Kei took a breath from the territorial-ness to think. A true one, filling his lungs and exhaling, giving a moment for his train of thought to catch up. “Buildings fall abandoned for a reason. The same reason I might’ve been human right now if I never walked in... You want to know more about this place..? Instead of telling you, how ‘bout I show you.” Kei then paused. Waiting for the queue on whether he’d raise from the floor for better, or for worst.

  • Happy Birthday, my dear friend! 

    You are such an amazing person, writer, and partner in crime for our stories. You inspire me every time we write and I can't think of another Cat I'd rather have by my side. 

    I hope you have a puurrrrrfect day. 

  • The look he gave her was one of bitter, reluctant defeat to it all. Anger stepped aside for it as he remained where he sat, for now. His fingers throbbed slightly, a plea for some attention towards it, but he wouldn’t bother His eyes followed the object in her hand- A whip! Of course, she has a whip, he thought sourly all the while. Kei exhaled a breath.

    From different surfaces within the theatre walls, to those that held any reflectiveness behind the dust in the old building, something was indeed watching. Something would pass along, following the feline for the most part where it fell as undetected. Sights of black waves of fabric, translucent to a grayish tint that showed the surrounding environment nebulously. A sorrowful, whisper of a whining sound may have been heard, in a fashion that could raise one’s hairs. They came and went as quietly as a breeze would, midst the rainfall outside. The rest of the rooms past the first few were left locked, or dull of interest. A makeshift kitchen, a bathroom that was rigged with running water; however he had managed that and kept it under the radar, once upon a time.

    Kei’s head cocked to the mentioning of weapons. Where the hell had that come from? So maybe she was there longer than he had thought; it was all he had to go on. He audibly snorted when she brought the gangs, the mafia- everyone short of the Pope into the scenario playing out in that pretty little head of hers. He took another slow breath. Steady, Kei.

    “Some people collect bottle caps.” He answered, raising a brow briefly before his expression relaxed again. “The gangs are scared of me.” He answered part one with confidence and experience. A smirk wasn’t missing from the picture to the sentiment. It lasted a mere second. “And I don’t fuck with the mafia. Don’t have the time to be dealing with their shit for the rest of my life.” Kei cleared his throat. Propping a bent leg up, his forearm rested on his knee. “And the spirit..? Well, she ain’t coming out tonight. Not while it’s raining, I don’t know why, but she never has. Listen and you might hear her goddamn carrying on in the walls...”

    His eyes were cast upward then, toward the balcony spaces that held shadows he had been hiding in not too long ago. Blue hues then landed on the woman- Kougar? Kyle? He’d go with the later in his head. “Let’s hear it, then. The hell are you doing here, tonight? What’s your deal?”

  • I apologize for the wait on my post.

    I'm graduating from high school next week, and things are stacking up. After Friday, I am free to do whatever I want. But until then, I'll have to wait to respond to you.

    I have begun working on the post, but only as much as I can. I'll try to get your response in by Friday.


  • The topic left his lips without concern for what they might do. The truth was the truth, and he wasn’t lying on behalf of what all the big-and-bad things of the world could do. He’d met a few of ‘em. He had scars to show. Things far viler than human horror stories could perceive and yet, they ran through his head as memory. They woke him up when he slept. The woman had the right idea to fear it. That’s where he thought it stopped.

    “You’re hearin’ me, then. Good, y’know I was starting to wonder there for a second.” Kei murmured bitterly. It was an agreement to the statement yet at the same time, tone of voice had always been the nails on standby for his coffin.

    The man made quick work in challenging the stare she cast him, the static that was given off by the energy that still lingered in the room. His movements were slow, yet they were of his own command. The way he did so, in disregard of the other’s presence, it was a telltale sign he had gotten away with it in the past.

    Not this time. Her movement toward the backpack caught his attention, not quick enough to see just what would be coming. The first snap of the whip was heard before it was felt. The crack of a sound filled a decent portion of the empty auditorium, followed by the man’s yell as the necklace was once more dropped upon the ground. “Shit-!?!” He howled. Even as the object dropped, his attention went to grasping a few fingers that had been holding onto it prior. [Broken? Not broken?] He didn’t have time to think before she was raising the damned thing over her head again. He dropped to the side from his crouched position in order to dodge the lash of the second strike, eventually finding a reluctant seat back on the stage. “I’m sitting! I’m fucking sitting! Take it easy, dammit!”  He shot back to her, as quick as the words could get out. Leaning forward, his forearms propped on top of bent knees, hands kept in sight, should she raise the whip again. The necklace was supervised where it lay, but no approach was made for it. He’d gone through enough hell over it for the time being.

    He watched the whip raise, an inevitable flinch as it snapped in the air. The question of ‘what and why’ hung in the air for a moment as he chose his words. None suited the situation to his liking, but as it seemed, not answering wasn’t an option. “You’re looking at ‘em.” The demand was still met with a firm stare, a scowl of an expression. “You search this building, you’re gonna find half the strays on this side of the city, and anything I brought in with me… and a ghost that has the ability to turn man to demon- those things you’re so worried about.” His voice had lowered.


    He held true to his words, in some regards. The scents and sights of the cats that dwelled in the space were evidence of it. Hints of cat food left abandoned, places where dust had been swept away, they told the story of just why they might have chosen the theatre for themselves. As the feline entered the back hallway of the building, the scents changed vastly.

    For one, Kei himself. A nondescript room came as the first in the space. Secondly, the further back one went, those acute senses were bound to pick up gunpowder. Other volatiles similar. Under one door, boxes were stacked within the room, yet the butt of a rifle was visible near the back of the space.

    If the stray were to catch sight of a reflective surface along the way… old frames of past shows in the abandoned space, gaps in the boarded-up windows, even the glass of the mirrors within one of the empty rooms that still housed furniture. Something would pass. Translucent, whisp-like. A presence nonetheless where the glow of eyes and the sensation of being watched was felt. The figure was hard to make out and seemingly gone within the next passing second.


    The tension was real. Just about as real as the face that was staring her down now, eye contact half the mystery it had been, and it was unavoidable with the way blue hues seemed to demand it, right about then. A scowl could have been considered his resting face, but this one was a bit too intense for just that.

    Her answer came. Was he going to get a boot to the head, maybe a stray bullet she’d missed out on? Instead, it was her words. Surprising even to him, an abrupt snort of a laugh escaped as she shot it back at him. “Yeah?” He challenged, but it went nowhere further than that. The necklace remained in the palm of his hand, which grasped it tightly in a fist for the time being.

    It was a miracle. A damn miracle the man didn’t open his mouth when she spoke. Another ounce of calmness added seemed to do him wonders, chewing on her words as they came, his expression pleading to interrupt her, but all he could do was listen. He wanted to laugh. He wanted to laugh at the whole damned romanticized picture she had set in front of him. He wouldn’t. Not when he knew she wasn’t entirely wrong. Kei gave her a long, hard stare. His head tipped to the side, a ghost of a smirk present.

    “Others were humans cast down to Hell. They clawed and dragged their way up from the bottom, through the disease and the filth, climbing over anybody that was in their way. They’re molded into demons and by the time they get to their feet, they might’ve not remembered they were human at all.” The man spoke as if it came out of a romance novel, rather than lips that were now turned to a frown. “Some are born of negative energy entirely, you ain’t wrong. Negative energy attracts ‘em more than anything, though. The guy next to you at the bus stop, the woman across the street? Something could be crawling under their skin and you wouldn’t know any different. Not until its out to get under yours.” He certainlywasn’t out to make her skin crawl.

    The corner of his mouth gave a twitch. The frown broke loose to a smirk at an alarming rate, coming from the topic they had. It was onto him, now. “Sweetheart, the very blackest.” He answered just as smoothly as he could muster, a tinge of mocking-ness to his words. “Black enough to piss off a restless spirit. Don’t think I didn’t pay for it.” The next moment, he was brazen enough to start rising to his feet. His did so steadily. With no guns in hand, his life left off the line, he had nothing but a possible black eye to wager in his mind. “Frankly, I don’t care what you want to believe,” Kei stated as he hoisted himself up, brushing off the sleeves of the hooded jacket he wore.  “Take it, or leave it… it is what it is. You can call it what you want, but I sure as Hell wasn’t born this way. I didn’t come crawling out from the flames, either.”

    “And what about you, then? I think I’d remember seeing a purple cat runnin’ around these streets.”

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"Catwoman didn't want to do to much damage to the men, and have them bail out on there plans. So with quick speed she ran toward one of the blinded men and grabbed his wrist and used her body as leverage to throw him over the hood of the car. The nex…"
Kougar Kyle aka-Catwoman left a comment for Kougar Kyle aka-Catwoman
"Due to some issues, I may not be likely to return replies today. Maybe tomorrow. If not tomorrow, then everyone will have to wait until next week. 
Kougar Kyle aka-Catwoman and Ardellia Matthews are now friends
Kougar Kyle aka-Catwoman left a comment for Connor Darkthorn RK-100
"Catwoman kept a watchful eye in the parking lot as she used the landscaping and shadows to her advantage nearing the van. Her stealth often compared to that of stalking ninja. She used her surroundings to blend in, and was quieter than a mouse. She…"
Sep 14
Kougar Kyle aka-Catwoman left a comment for Connor Darkthorn RK-100
"Somewhere in the next lot over, Catwoman had pulled over on her motorcycle and used a comm link to contact her friend Neo..
Catwoman: "Neo is this the right place, over?"
Neo: "Yep, you should see activity any time. over."
Catwoman: "I swear Robert…"
Sep 11
Kougar Kyle aka-Catwoman left a comment for Kougar Kyle aka-Catwoman
"Favorites will be picked first! But I will get to Everyone by the end of the week!"
Sep 10
Kougar Kyle aka-Catwoman left a comment for Kei
"Kougar listen as Kei snorted and made himself to be the savior for not killing her.. As Kougar rolled her eyes at him in annoyance, and finished putting her things back into the bag.. And gave him a a gentle reminder of her own, as she pointed at hi…"
Sep 6
Kougar Kyle aka-Catwoman left a comment for Connor Darkthorn RK-100
"{They dont have to be friends or be on the same side you know. I know your used to that, but we can try for this to be different, maybe?}"
Sep 6
Kougar Kyle aka-Catwoman and Astarte are now friends
Sep 5
ㄒ 丂 ㄩ 几 卂 爪 丨 and Kougar Kyle aka-Catwoman are now friends
Sep 5