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Who: Wally West + You
What: Someone's been given cat ears, a tail, sharper teeth, and some feline instincts. Add this to super speed, and what do you have? Trouble.
Where: Anywhere around New Moore.
When: All through duration of the event.
Warning: None to be had; will update if necessary.
Note: Starters will be in the comments.

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[ Who honestly wouldn't be surprised to find themselves stuck with a pair of cat ears and a tail? If this is normal for anyone, Wally needs to make sure he never winds up in whatever world they come from. That all said, he's actually not feeling any compulsion to hide his predicament - from what he's seen over the network, he's not the only one to be afflicted by whatever's going on. So he just tries to take everything in stride as he goes wandering about the city, still trying to familiarize himself with things.

What he hasn't realized, though, is that this strange turn of events has left him with more than just physical changes to his person. Unknowingly, he's been taking on some strange behaviors. For one, he's been brushing up against random objects near where he lives, trying to mark territory, but failing. He's zipping and bounding after any flying object he notices, whether it's a fly, a butterfly, or a bird- but he's not really trying to catch them. Perhaps the best change, though, is that he's fondly taken to curling up in sunny and warm spots, practically purring as he soaks up the warmth. ]

[Dick might have been looking for him. Just possibly. So when he finds him asleep, safe and sound and very much there, he flops on the bench beside him, eyeing the changes. The slight twitches of the ears. The way his tail is curled around his body.]

[Ohdear. Cat Wally. He... so is up for the challenge. He's also feeling adventurous, as can be gathered by the fact that he reaches to scratch behind those ears.]

[Y E P]

[ Wally shifts a little as the scratching starts; his fingers start to curl and uncurl. He's already starting to wake up, but aside from a slight bit of twitching under his eyelids, there's no sign of it. ]

Mrm... [ That orange tail of his begins to sway ever so slowly, beating around to bat at Dick. His ears twitch this way and that, but still he doesn't open his eyes. ]

[awman, this is just. TOO ADORABLE. Dick blinks a little into a smile. He's already heard on the network that this should go in three or four days, so Wally won't be stuck like this, so. Uhm.]

[Oh, well. He can't treat him like a cat, not really.]

I'm so not rubbing your tummy.

[Quietly, and with laughter in his voice.]

Good... [ He finally mutters, making clear that he's awake. The speedster stretches both his arms and legs out some, before shifting to put his head in Dick's lap. Green eyes open slowly and stare up. ]

Looks like you got outta this one clean.

[Dick, blinks a little, shifting to make the position more comfortable for Wally, and looks right back down into those green eyes, his own pupils widening slightly. His hand moves to carding through the ginger strands, besides scratching behind the cat ears, and he almost mumbles, but I could snuggle against you right now. He doesn't unsure how it would be taken right now, so he keeps on... what he's doing.]

Yeah, I guess. 'least you didn't get turned into an actual cat, there are some who got that.

How do you feel?

Yeah, at least it's not that bad... [ That's muttered more than anything else and he can tell that Dick's staring at him. His feline instincts tell him to avoid the direct stare, but luckily, the human nature takes over and lets him enjoy it. ]

I dunno... The same? I've been taking a lot of naps, though.

[ He leaves out how he's been chasing things like bugs. As for that hand going through his hair, he's enjoying it, but the next thing he knows, his hands are darting back to grab at it and tug the appendage down to his mouth. He bites at Dick, but nowhere near enough to break skin.

It takes a few seconds before he realizes and- well, he's just going all shades of pink. ]

[OKAY maybe not so much as staring as fondly looking down into his eyes? Just. Ffff.]

Hey, so long as you're not feeling bad, that's okay.

[But then his hand is between Wally's teeth, and his eyes widen, snatching his hand away while trying for minimal jostling.]

... you could have told me if you wanted me to stop, you know?

[But he doesn't flinch away or drop Wally's head, instead his fingers - of the other hand - tighten around the ginger's shoulder reassuringly.] [But his ]

[ Well, the hand is gone from his mouth now and he just sort of grins bashfully at the brunet looking down at him. ]

Didn't want you to stop... Just felt like ma- [ Luckily, Wally stops himself before he says it. Ahem. He's not going to say that he felt like marking his territory. On his best friend. But he is now very lightly rubbing his head up and over against Dick's belly. Logically, it makes no sense- he doesn't have a feline's scent glands, but... instinct. ]

So...

... Wally, that tickles!

[Yes, he's giggling.]

[And not quite letting go.]

[ Well, that's just going to get him to keep him going, isn't it? Guess there's some feline sadism thrown in as well, as he continues to rub his head and ears over the acrobat's abdomen. ]

Nnnooottt a clue what you're talking about.~ [ He grins, and maybe, just maybe, starts purring slightly. ]

[Dick is giggling and fidgeting, but those words make him reach to return the tickling...]

[... then the purring starts, and he sort of chokes, trying to gasp and giggle at the same time, but his outreached arms end up just holding Wally in a hug.]

So, [he pants, trying to maneuver in such a way as for the tickling to stop being so bad,] you're fine, I see.

[ As those arms came around him, he paused the nuzzling and rubbing, but the purring didn't let up except for when he opened his mouth to speak. ]

Yeah, pretty much. Except it still feels kinda weird, y'know... with the extra bones and muscles, I guess. [ As if to illustrate a point, his tail came up and flicked at Dick and his ears twitched. ]

[Dick held him for a little bit, then reached one hand to poke with one finger, gently, the tail lashing at him.]

I always wondered how this feels, most cats seem really unhappy if you touch their tail.

[ Nights, however, are a whole different can of tuna. He hasn't given up patrolling, but now with these new changes, his methods have become a little more predatory. He's no circus-trained acrobat, but Wally's always been pretty skilled in moving with agility and dexterity. Suited up (with some adjustments made to said suit to allow for his tail and ears, he's stalking the streets and alleyways of New Moore not as Kid Flash, but Cat Flash.

If someone sees the flash of light striking his eyes in the dark, they better realize it's too late, because he's already bounding after them at super speed. To say the least, he's not accomplishing much crime fighting, but he's certainly having fun. Nocturnal folk better make sure to mind their legs. ]

[He isn't the only one feeling mischievious. This particular catbird may or may not have predicted correctly, but seeing that blur of motion in the distance, he's strewn one particular alleyway with oiled ball-bearings.]

[ Wally should have probably been paying more attention as he went darting about, but even with his hybrid cat-speedster senses, he's too consumed with the chase, the rush to notice those ball-bearings. So what this ultimately means is that when he runs into them, he starts flailing and sliding at high speed... right into a dumpster.

That scream? That's one very upset and confused Cat Flash. ]

[Cat-Tim's laughter has a striking familial resemblance to the cheshire laugh of his adopted brother.]

[ His next movements are very rigid and mechanical - he's in pain, clawing his way out of the dumpster and just flopping over the edge and out onto the ground below. There're a few stray bits of trash clinging to his suit, and he groans. His tail's slicing back and forth through the air. ]

Rrrr.... Who... did... that?

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