Cat Got My Tongue

Her first instinct had been to shove the cats to the side and move to help her brother. However she had failed to consider the cats attacking her as well. Moving to save her own hide before anyone else’s she began kicking cats in the jaws and snapping at them with her teeth. The one her brother threw her way ended its journey just short of her face making her dodge slightly to the left before grabbing it with her own toothy maw. Not holding back on the force she felt the metallic taste of blood fill her mouth, coating her taste buds. She found that she enjoyed the taste, not enough to actively seek it out, but enough to revel in the taste when she came upon it.

Spitting the weakened body of the cat out she shot back at her brother “You assume I would accept it, have I ever wanted help?” If Theta accepted help it was rare, chances were she’d be old, dying, and still insisting on doing everything herself.

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