Starring role

Mæva winced in pain from the blow to her chest, quickly scrambling into the brush to avoid another swift kick form the flailing jaguar. She couldn't stay where she was however. The brambles were tearing into her skin and snagging her fur. She yelped as she pulled herself free of the raspberry thorns. They were almost tearing her up worse than the cat was! When she finally disentangled herself she saw the man had ripped into the cat's throat and it was starting to die. He asked her what he should do and she met his eyes, frowning as she looked down at the cat. It was pretty, it was a shame it had to be so mean.

"You should finish what you started so he doesn't have to suffer any more. He doesn't smell right anyway, somethings wrong with him."