3rd person sample:
[I hope it's okay that I did it while she was still a bad girl, lol. If it's not then just let me know and I'll do another one.]

People loved to inflict pain... It didn't matter who you were or how hard you pretended to be innocent. You weren't special. You were a jerk, and just like everyone else in the room who was trying to fool the world with their kind gestures and fake sincerity...

Yes, those were the people that made nights like this oh so purr-fect and gave Felicia Hardy's green eyes that mystical sparkle that was both exhilarating and yet...sad. It was hard for the platinum feline to hide the pain that slowly seeped into the back of her mind. Life was a bitch. It was that simple but the platinum darling had decided to be one right back which was why she was handing her car key to some guy with a bow tie, the valet dude.

"Do keep in mind that this had been a gift from my daddy, so if I find anything, and I mean anything out of place.." The feline paused before placing a right hand on his cheek, a crimson smile slowly creeping upon her face. "Well, baby... I won't be happy," she whispered, leaning in and then dragging french tip fingernails gently against the poor boy's flesh. A few faint marks of red were visible after she lifted her hand away and turned back to the car so as to get her purse. Once Felicia had it, black stilettos made their way up the stairs leading into the Museum of Natural History for some kind of charity event. Rich people, fine wine, and stuck up conversation... The only thing that's missing are their hookers.

Sure, maybe the vigilante had acted slightly bitchy towards the guy but that car had been left to her in her father's will and anything from him was to be treated like a priceless artifact. Maybe that was why instead of wearing the diamond necklace she had gotten from an ex-boyfriend, Felicia was wearing a simple silver locket that her father had given to her. The piece of jewelry actually went perfectly with the long silk dress that hugged every single curve. Oh and yes, it was black and backless. Hey, just because this was going to end up being business didn't mean the platinum darling couldn't have a little fun in silk; a razor sharp knife strapped to her upper left thigh, opposite the slit on the right side. If you're wondering exactly what the knife was for... Well, its purpose was the same as the plain black gloves and mini flashlight in her purse... Business.

Taking her time with the stairs, every strand of silver was still in place by the time Cat got inside. The museum during the day was amazing but after hours...it was a slight to behold with everyone dressed in their finest and silver trays of rare delicacies being balanced on the hands of underpaid servants. However, a starving tummy made the sight of salmon rolls even better than the prospect of getting her paws on the treasure she was there for.

As Felicia's presence gradually became known by those of the male species and by the females that secretly questioned their sexuality, the green-eyed beauty headed over to that lucky waiter with the salmon and gave him a wink before popping one into her mouth. It was gone in about twenty seconds with another soon to follow its sweet death inside her lovely mouth. However, before that could actually happen, Cat was tapped on a shoulder by some rich playboy that bared a striking resemblance to Johnny Storm of the Fantastic Four but no matter... He could have been a billionaire and Felicia would have still only flashed a quick smile as she turned and gave the poor boy his constellation prize, her ass in motion as she walked away.

Too bad... I could have gone for another. The vinyl loving woman thought to herself as she walked into the crowd of social elites, hoping to loose him. Success was finally attained once she made it past the ice sculpture of the giant cat goddess, Bast. Hidden in the darker part of the museum, by the curtains and away from the main section, emerald eyes shone through the shadows that played in that area thanks to a faulty light fixture. FYI, Lady Vanderbin had already complained about 27, no make that 28 times to the person in charge of the event.

Thanking God for allowing her to find this place of refuge, Cat remained unnoticed as she watched everyone dancing and guys BSing. I wonder how many of those girls are going the be left with their hearts completely destroyed by the guy they're with... Yeah, Felicia Hardy was jaded but she had a right to be... After all, one by one every man in the graceful feline's life had either just used her or lied nonstop. So, thanks to all of that... Her heart was gone and replaced by something much harder and a whole lot colder. Cat didn't need love anymore... The adrenaline rushes were far better than any kind of lame attempt by a man to give her ecstasy.

Mmmmmm, I'm itching to start me-owing around my Cat's Eye...but I need to wait for things to get slow... Sighing, Felicia tucked a strand of platinum behind an ear and then folded her arms over that well toned stomach as she leaned her lower back against the wall. It was going to be one long ass night if she didn't find some way of entertaining herself...

I wish Michael J. Fox was here... Talk about crazy crushes... I wonder how he would look in spandex, Cat laughed to herself.