Call Me Catnip

Eisleif followed behind her niece, feeling the tension in the air just as well as Valk. Her fur prickled, like the feeling of being watched. Charcoal paws carried her onward as her ears swiveled to catch any errant sound. Suddenly Valkyrie’s voice was there, had she missed something? She paused and looked around, following the band leader’s gaze. ”Indeed.” She answered as hackles raised as her gaze searched the tall grasses. There was something coming towards them.

So many cats recently, she didn’t think this was the same young tom they’d chased off before. However, it was very odd that the two of them were targeted in such a way. In her half a dozen years she hadn’t seen so many of them. Was it just the Hjarrandi, or was it all wolves being targeted? She let her lips pull back into a snarl as she balanced herself on her toes. ”Coincidence? Bad luck? A managed effort against us?” She gave voice to her concerns as the grass rustled more heavily. Her gaze narrowed and her stump of a tail wagged agitatedly against her striped hips.

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