Cat is mine. Based on Whedon's creation, Firefly.

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She was on high alert, even more so than usual. Mal's commander had paid a visit to their squad along with a few new faces, each no more pup than the next. Cat stayed away, hidden in the shadows protecting. Mal didn't need to explain her presence to his superior, no more than Cat needed to be put on display. She wasn't quite sure if her people realized she had crossed over to the enemy and in a way, not knowing was better for all of them.

A sound to the left of her position made her thoughts escape into the night as she let her throat rumble. The smell was as unfamiliar as it was familiar, something she knew, but had never truly caught the scent for real. Instead, her creators had manufactured it in their clear little clear dishes from a mixture of some orange experimental drug and whatever human tissue they could find.

A rustle in the bushes sent a startled bird into the air as Cat hissed a single warning, one that spoke volumes, one word....Mine. At first, whatever was coming stopped, not sure if it heard something or not. With its enhanced senses, it should have picked up something, but again Cat heard a rough sniffing as the monster sampled the air, hoping to register some type of scent. Sadly, it would never get the chance,

Like a stray strong wind on a sunny day, the beautiful red head burst from the bushes, her long fingers finding their mark around the neck of a creature she had only seen in her nightmares. Skin rough and scarred, eyes like that of some rabid dog ready to eat off the hand that gave it meat, and a smell like that of rotting flesh put on display for a warning or a trophy. Cat knew that what she held was product of a new drug, one they nicknamed PAX,

As with all new drugs, there were side effects, ones the Academy and its contributers assured the Alliance would be done away with after further testing, but she knew that anything with a smell that evil meant no good. Some had