Abilities and Skills: Mistofelees is generally a normal cat. Physically he has better flexibility and agility then the other cats, but he’s also smaller than them. However, Misto also has magical powers, more attack-based then anything, which include conjuring lightning bolts and fire. He is also really good at finding lost items/people/etc.
Sample: Mistofelees’ sure-footing and grace once again came in handy as he jumped to the ground from a bizarre bed he didn’t remember going to sleep in. Last he knew, he was in the junkyard with the other Jellicals, peacefully enjoying the day after the ball. Now he was in a strange metal place that was bright and had all sorts of humans and other tall creatures milling about.
To say he wasn’t afraid would be a life. He was terrified of his new surroundings, but if he had learned one thing from his experience with Macavity, it was that no matter how afraid you are, you’ve got to stand up for yourself and for what’s right. The ‘what’s right part’ might not apply here, but he wasn’t going to let some super power overrule his sensibilities.
No one seemed to notice the small cat as he crept from hallway to hallway. As he got further from the room he woke up in though, the more he began to accept this wasn’t some bizarre part of the city he had never ventured too, but, rather, a completely new place. Maybe it was just a dream, one he’d wake up from and find himself surrounded by his friends and family, everything just as normal as usual. Maybe this was real and he was stuck here for no reason he knew of, either way he was going to find out more.
Magical Mr. Misofelees~Cats (2/2)
However, Misto also has magical powers, more attack-based then anything, which include conjuring lightning bolts and fire. He is also really good at finding lost items/people/etc.
Sample:
Mistofelees’ sure-footing and grace once again came in handy as he jumped to the ground from a bizarre bed he didn’t remember going to sleep in. Last he knew, he was in the junkyard with the other Jellicals, peacefully enjoying the day after the ball. Now he was in a strange metal place that was bright and had all sorts of humans and other tall creatures milling about.
To say he wasn’t afraid would be a life. He was terrified of his new surroundings, but if he had learned one thing from his experience with Macavity, it was that no matter how afraid you are, you’ve got to stand up for yourself and for what’s right. The ‘what’s right part’ might not apply here, but he wasn’t going to let some super power overrule his sensibilities.
No one seemed to notice the small cat as he crept from hallway to hallway. As he got further from the room he woke up in though, the more he began to accept this wasn’t some bizarre part of the city he had never ventured too, but, rather, a completely new place. Maybe it was just a dream, one he’d wake up from and find himself surrounded by his friends and family, everything just as normal as usual. Maybe this was real and he was stuck here for no reason he knew of, either way he was going to find out more.