Claws on the Bat, Fire in the Sky



The crowd barely noticed her tail flick as she stepped into the batter’s box, just another superstition, they thought. Red hair caught the sunset like a flame, eyes locked forward, calm and sharp. She listened to the stadium the way only a cat could: the pitcher’s breath, the whisper of leather, the heartbeat of the game itself.
The ball came fast. Too fast for anyone else.
She smiled.
Wood cracked against leather, and for a heartbeat the world froze, dust in the air, sunlight splintering, destiny spinning off the bat. By the time the crowd roared, she was already running, nine lives lighter, one legend heavier.
Tonight, the game remembered her.
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