"Sorry."

Sara shrugged her shoulder, under her coat. “It’s alright.”

"What's it like to be a kitty person? do you have your own city."

Sara blinked at the girl again. The girl had no signs of being untruthful, in her questions, but Sara still had trouble believing that this one was serious. “Ahhhhh….. No. No I don’t….” Sara’s tail flicked and she was still trying to make out what was with this girl. “Do you?” Perhaps returning the question wasn’t the best plan, and maybe that was a little catty to do, but what else was the feline supposed to say? Everything sounded so cheesy.

“Do you?”

Cailyn didn't pay to much attention to what the cat woman said to her. She saw her tail again and she was mesmerized by its appearence. It looked so much fun to have a tail and to play with it. She shook it of her as she couldn't see the tail anymore. "Huh, uh no i don't think so." She replied a bit confused. She didn't have her own city but most she was at a place where only mutants came. "Why aren't you with the rest in the sactuary." She said a bit softly trying not to offend her.

"Why aren't you with the rest in the sactuary."

Sara brushed a stray hair, that had drifted close to her eye, away with the tips of her clawed fingers. "I thought about being with them a while ago." She shrugged. "I decided that I don't share all of their beliefs. and I like my solitude."

Sara tilted her head at the girl. OK so there ws no doubt now that the girl was an order member, but Sara couldn't remember her from last year. So that meant she was new. Without Sara paying attention, her tail flicked back and forth, behind her heals.

"I thought about being with them a while ago." She shrugged. "I decided that I don't share all of their beliefs. and I like my solitude."

She didn't answer immediatly because she saw something allot more interresting. The tail returned and this time it was waging itself around. Cailyn couldn't resist and had to look at it. Her eyes followed the tail and the whispers told her to stop staring because it was a bad thing and she simple said: "But its nice." Commenting on both the tail and the whispers. She then shook her head a bit little bit and answered to the catwoman. "But they freed me from the bad guards room." She told her. "The big red men was nice." She continued as she made the arm motions to picture the big red man.

"But they freed me from the bad guards room. The big red men was nice."

Sara's head tilted and her tail flicked. She could sympathize with big red men saving her from bad guards. but normally her big read man was referred to something different. Lizard, dragon man. Those were what her hero was normally called. Not just red man. Still, she thought she knew the other, red person the girl was talking about.

"Abyss?" Her tail flicked again, and she remembered seeing him brawling with a stalker, a year ago. "Well, he was good in a fight." She'd sensed bit of a protective side from him, the few times she had met him.

"Yes yes, Abyss" She said really happy. She knew the red man that she liked allot. She started depicting the big red man by standing on her toe's and making herself very big with her arms wagling around. "And he went all pow with the other red men and took me into a bus and saved me from my dad." She explained.

She nodded. It felt good to talk about everything she had been through lately even though she was a stranger. "And he was warm too." She added to the explaination. He carried her on her shoulder when they escaped and it was cold so she found him very warm. "Do you like mister bubbles?" She asked.

"Yes yes, Abyss. And he went all pow with the other red men and took me into a bus and saved me from my dad."

Sara raised an eye brow. She had only scene abyss twice in her times in New York. The one time she saw him and his other hims were when sanctuary was under attack. So he meant business. “what do you mean from your father?”

Sara’s head tilted as her imagination started to kick in. Sara had been freed by someone as well. What had she been through?

They question that was raised wasn't a fun one for Cailyn. She didn't even know if she could explain it herself what her father did to her. She started to mumble and ponder what to say and what not. Who knows maybe he was keeping a eye on her and this was a test to see if she was bad or not but if her time at the sanctuary didn't teach her to talk what was on her mind then nothing could teach her that. "My daddy locked me up because i was dangerous." She said to herself and to the Catlady. She hoped that she didn't scare her off or anything because she liked her fluffyness

Sara stood there, staring at the girl. The words repeated in her head, but she still had trouble comprehending them. Sara understood that things like that happened. The feline herself lived through the proof, but she didn’t really have a face or a name to blame. She didn’t know specifically if her family had been the people to lock her away and tell people she had a mutation, so she had liked to give her mother, and father the benefit of the doubt. It’s how she had decided to get by. The proof and honesty in this girl’s words were like a slap in the face.

“It’s good that you got out. No one deserves to be locked up.” Dangerous. This one didn’t seem dangerous. She sort of seemed cute.

"Yup yup." She replied moving waist back and fort. She did these kind of things when she was in a happier state of mind and she was happy that she could talk with a kitty person. She had so many questions she wanted to ask but most of them where rude and about kitty person things. Though she only read about cats in books she never saw one before from up close. "Whats it like to have tail.?" She blurted out excited. It was true that the tail was very facinating for her and that she wanted to touch it but that would be ruder then asking about it.

Sara’s head tilted at how fast the conversation had shifted from the girls father, and her lock up, to Sara’s tail. What was it really like having a tail anyways. Sara hadn’t always had a tail, but since her change, the tail had just always been there. Once she got use to the feeling of it, she forgot about it a lot.

“It’s just always there.” Sara said after a moment’s thought. “Every once in a while I knock a few things over with it, or trip on it, so it gets annoying. What’s it like not having a tail?”

How was life without a tail she asked Cailyn. That was a thought she never thought of. Life without a tail was normal for her but she never thought of life with a tail. It kind of took her by suprise. She pondered deeply about it and got a reply. "Taillles?" she said a bit unsure of herself. "Wanna trade? " She asked after that because now she really wanted to find out what its like to have a tail.

“Hah’Wha’?” the girl wanted to trade Sara her tail for no tail? That was an odd thought. The feline often thought about the old old times before her mutation had advanced into the cat form it was today. She walked around now, knowing she sort of relied on the tail for balance, but the tail was always there, and she sometimes forgot about it’s presents. That’s when she’d knock something over or someone would step on it and she’d remember she had it. Sure the tail got in her way, and she often wondered if the tail had a mind of it’s own to plot against her, but she often found herself loosing her balance, mid-step, and adjusting her tail, to keep walking. She hated the thing, and she knew she needed it. But still.

“How would you go about making that trade?” Sara was still curious. “Would you want the fur too?”

“How would you go about making that trade?” Sara was still curious. “Would you want the fur too?”

How would she make the trade indeed. She didn't even put much thought to it like most things in her life. She rubbed her upper lip and she wanted to speak but pulled back and thought about it some more. How to do this indeed. She blushed a bit and regretted that she possed a trade. "I don't know." She said a bit sadly.

Sara's tail twitched. If this girl was actually able to make the switch, part of Sara would never be able to pay her back. Sara liked her abilities, she liked the way she moved but she despised fairy tails, and this is why. Fairy tails, especially those made by Disney, who also created Mickey Mouse, weren't really how life went. They were designed to try to teach kids to keep going no matter what. That if they had something wrong, everything would be ok, but this truth was a real as Santa Claws. There was a spirit of right and wrong. There was a spirit that taught kids to keep going, through persecution, and there was a giving spirit that lasted from after the leaves started falling, to just before December 25. but that's all it was. A spirit. A fairy tail. A mutation was a real thing though. Sara's was a mutation, but the hopes that this girl could make her normal through her mutation. That was another fairy tail.

"It's alright." Sara went to pat the girl on the head, but her hand hoovered over her head in stead. Just for a second, before it dropped, and Sara nudged her on the arm. The head pat seemed to invasive to Sara. "I was going to get something to eat. You want to come along?"