<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/db/BlackCatBA.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>       Felicia Hardy<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>          Black cat<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Resistance<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Jungle, West of Buenos Aires<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>          open<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/>Felicia sighed as she leaned up against the tree. She stared upward and saw the trunk disappear high up into the foliage above. A damn fine mess she found herself in. She had been vacationing in Buenos Aires when the shit hit the proverbial fan. The hopelessness of the situation in the urban areas had quickly dissuade any action on her part in those battlefields. She only would have gotten herself killed, as so many others had. Instead she had retreated into the jungle, only to find that it too was crawling with Apocalypse’s minions. It was easier to elude them though…<br/><br/>After several days of trudging through the forest, she would have given a small fortune for the luxury of a shower. The moist, warm climate made her catsuit cling to her body and she didn’t even want to think about how much she must have stunk at that point. Thankfully there was no one around to pick up her odor. She had been tracking the rather obvious trail left by some individual who was cutting a rather obvious path through the jungle. Whether he was a friend or a foe was not clear, though it was safe to assume that anyone she encountered wouldn’t be on her Christmas card list.<br/><br/>The early morning fog hadn’t yet cleared completely, which helped her attempts at remaining undetected. The perpetual tension that had been in the air since she had fled the Argentinean capital itself was getting stronger by the day. No doubt it meant that the amount of Apocalypse’s subordinates roaming the jungle was growing by the day. The small amount of food she had brought was growing scarcer by the day. She needed to help herself as much as the dying Earth. Had she been in NYC when this hit, she could have hooked up with her old beau Peter Parker and really tried to make a difference. As it was now, she was a lost kitten in a big old forest.<br/><br/>Eventually the thick foliage opened up and she found herself in a clearing. She was too late to notice the figure standing on top a large monolith in the middle of the area…<br/>