Mimi's shuddering was so obvious, and so prominent, but hardly unexpected. Her skin flared with goosebumps, and her eyes snapped open where they had been lost in dreamy illusions. A normal drop in temperature would make the scantily clad girl shiver with the cold, but this supernatural cold made her very body tremble with the ethereal wave of icy air. She merely whimpered, covering her eyes up with her hands. Otherwise, they would be frantically searching for the source of this horrible feeling, and then trying desperately to search for the nearest way of escape. The poor girl was so scared, her heart thundering, pumping some strange fluid called 'blood' around her body, sending a peculiar chemical named 'adrenaline' throughout her system that she could never understand. But the copied minds of the cat and the human knew their own biology, just as the brain writes its own growth and develops the body. Mimi, however, effectively skipped all of that, taking on a mind that knew its own body so that she could knit it together from her unassuming form.<br/><br/>And, such was her fear, she happily became quite literally unassuming once more, her body fading out of existence and letting the flickering light pass through her body as she became a glassy spectre. Her eyes narrowed into slits, and her tail swished anxiously, but all that gave her away was a persistant growling. She couldn't, however, keep such an impressive show of her abilities up when the claw raked across her back, however, and the girl flashed back into view... Although, one couldn't quite use the term 'girl' so easily now. Choices for a replacement label would be somewhere along the lines of 'Monster,' 'Beast,' 'Freak,' or something similar. Her fangs looked like something you could wield as a deadly weapon in hand, and her humanoid shape was being enveloped in fur, her forearms covered as well as her legs, while her dainty hands strained to push out claws that made fish hooks look something like a butter knife next to a dagger.<br/><br/>Her eyes were no longer a soft amber, but a burning yellow that seemed vivid enough to sear your eyes from your skull if you were caught in that fiery glare. Her voice wasn't soft, not that she was exercising it in a soft way; What came out of her throat was the shriek of a tiger that you knew was about to tear something in half on a whim, a sound that emanated from deep within, and echoed far outside. Everything about her demeanour said "I will kill you, and tear you apart, and you won't even register as having once been an animate being when I'm through with you." However, Mimi's lack of such Loquaciousness limited her ability to formulate such sincere death threats, so instead she dropped to all fours, and bounded after the disgusting creature.<br/><br/>The bestial, feral girl wasn't limited by such a keen lack of perception that regular humans were plagued with. Her eyes saw the invisible, her ears felt his movements, her nose was locked onto an unnatural scent that wasn't at all noticeable. She wasn't seeing him though, nor hearing, nor smelling him. Like an animal that knew a storm was coming, or that some terrible thing was looming, unseen, Mimi<i>sensed</i>it. And she hoped it had a jugular to go for, because she certainly was lunging for a kill. She could see Jennifer, but far more pressing was that irritating... Shimmer, of something, she knew it was there, she knew what it was, and she wanted to tear it apart. However, just like she could only sense his image, his scent and his voice, her razor sharp, curved-dagger claws only<i>sensed</i>that they were passing through something, and when she realised that she wasn't tearing into anything, it was a struggle to stop herself before her claws could tear through Jennifer's face.<br/><br/>She skidded to a halt, and she hoped desperately that the tiny pressure she felt through her arm wasn't her claw actually skimming Jenny's face, because there wasn't a lot of chance of failing to draw blood with<i>those</i>viciously curved blades. Either way, the girl was left panting, her chest heaving with her breaths, her stance rooted in the ground while her claws hovered less than an inch from the girl's face. Suddenly, all was normal again, the heat returned, the blood rushed to her face, and she slowly lowered her claws, her fur receding and her hair getting longer while she stared, horrified, with soft amber eyes at the perfectly innocent girl before her. She raised her completey normal, dainty hands in her own defense, apologetically. "Sorry! Mimi is sorry!" She whimpered, her 'human' compassion sinking in as she realised that she'd just hurt someone.<br/><br/>"Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry!" She desperately repeats the word, hoping that the more she said it, the more it would mean.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>