Jellicle cats

His lunge towards the cat had made purchase, but he was hardly able to hold on for longer than a moment when it moved to kick at Sedna. He could smell blood, he was sure, but whether it was the woman's or the cat's was unknown to him. Wherever it was coming from though worked him up and egged him on even further. As he landed back on his paws from the initial lunge, he went for it again and this time for the shoulder. Of course he could use the blade fixed to his wrist, but he preferred to keep things natural if possible. It was a backup, if anything, not something he wanted to use at the start of a fight.

Unfortunately, his lunge for the cats shoulder was abruptly stopped by a swipe of a heavy paw, slashing across his face and leaving a few minor scratches across his cheek. It stung, but was of the least of his concern. Hissing, he went back in for a repeat of his last move, an attempt at latching onto the cougars shoulder. This time his teeth would land and he would use his body weight to tear at the flesh as his head shook, caring little that he was within reach of the cougars sharp fangs.