The Two Cats of Kilkenny

Assignment 2

You will have two pictures this round, and very basic to start off with. Remember though, I judge on Style and Presentation. So make sure you always go for that Glamour Shot.

Round 1: It’s time to redo that Evening gown shot, but this time, the evening gown is from a famous designer of the sims world. Unfortunately, my stylist left you bald. Be Bald, Be Beautiful!

Round 2: Talent show: You were supposed to rawk the house on the guitar in a rocker outfit, instead, you get a school girl outfit, courtesy of wardrobe, and a nursery rhyme to sing. That’s not all, you now have to wear a wig, an EA hair wig. The colors are Orange, Blue, Purple, and Green.

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"No, no, no, no, NO!" Leighton growled (yes, literally), her eyes squeezed shut, as if not seeing it would make it no so. The ache was spreading; first a dull but persistantly painful pressure in her jaw, especially behind her canines. She wondered briefly if they were called still canines if they were in feline mouths, but as the pain seeped into her paws, er, hands she realized she REALLY had to get it together.

"I will NOT shift." Her voice was still a painful growl, her throat in some strange stage betwen feline and human. If she shifted, her energy (since she was an alpha in their pack, being the pack-master's daughter, and one of the most powerful panthers in their city) would force at least half of the were-panthers in the audience to shift right where they stood.

She really should have seen it coming, if not when Medusa flashed her that evil little smirk, then definitely when she showed up to hair and makeup and Amy Keller (one of her brothers many, many, many) ex (read one-night) girlfriends was standing there smiling up at her, those usually empty (as in I'm to dumb to be breathing) eyes were flashing with a little more ... purpose. She made a mental note to punch Bryce in the face as soon as she got a chance.

She was BALD. Not just short, not like one of Kate Gosslin's seventen children just stuck her head in a garbage disposal ... not even short like she and Britney should get matching tattoos.. No, short like Mr. Clean just walked in and shampooed her hair with a big bottle of Nair. And she was ANGRY. And Amy? What was she THINKING? Her family was pack- of COURSE she knew how close it was to the full moon... Leigh snorted, "Well, i have a feeling this moon isn't going to be pleasant for little-miss-beauty-shop." Her beast agreed, she could feel that second heart-rate, the feline heart rate speed up, the adrenaline pump through her veins at the thought of a hunt... and convieniently, the whole pack was running on Leigh's dad's property this weekend.

In some place behind her eyes, she could see it; the big beautiful cat, stalking slowly, impatiently, waiting for the right time to escape... A look crossed her face, that petulant look housecats get when they know you're not their owner, you're their servant, and they're in charge... her beast wanted to hunt. Leigh took a long, deep, shaky breath. "Not tonight, kitten. I run this. Not you."


So she put on her game face, and tried not to lok disgusted as she stepped out onto the runway; the boys from Hotshot had come to this show; and prety much ransacked the club that has ben so pristine last week. She shook it off, this was the time to make it work... plus, it was kinda fun to walk down the runway with people cheering her name.



Well, the owners of the venue really did NOT like what the boys had done with the place, and after her walk, they were all told to leave. Immediately. Luckily, Medusa had found somewhere else to hold the talent portion of her day ... the abandoned high school - which was now home to squatters and druggies any time the weather was bad. Leigh was pumped the entire car ride over, she even let Bryce off the hook. After all, she was about to do what she did best. She breezed in the rotting doors and sailed off to styling ... but her high didn't last long.

"A school girl uniform?" She asked, out loud, wrinkling her nose at the blazer and plaid skirt. She pushed the wardrobe girl aside and ruffled through the rack, shooting looks that should have terrified the poor little human stylist. Finally, she found a pair of uniform shorts and sighed with relief.. That stage was high and she did NOT ned the entire community of Hotshot loking up her skirt. Not today.

She wasn't in the least bit surprised by the hideous wig she was required to wear; expect he unexpected - at least where Medusa was concerned... but nothing could hide her disappointment when she found out what she would be required to sing. A nursery rhyme. She only knew one; one her mom used to sing to her and Bryce when they were little and trying to pull each other's hair out..

There once were two cats of Kilkenny.
Each thought there was one cat too many.
So they fought and they fit.
And they scratched and they bit.
Until, except for their nails,
And the tips of their tails.
Instead of two cats, there weren't any!