Jellicle cats

Sedna couldn’t really see what was going on ahead, but through all the rocking and rolling, Otis managed to stand on her back. His low growl told her she should let go, barely having time to register the leaving of his weight from her shoulders as he leapt onto the hellcats back. Her eyes widened, jaw loosening on the leg she held, time seeming to move in slow motion as the cat turned away from the wolf at its front and spun towards the opossum on it’s back. She pushed forward, hoping to catch the cat by the throat but landing on its cheek instead. Fuck that was stupid. She could feel a clawed paw swatting at her chest and shoulder but at least with a face full of wolf, Otis wasn’t in danger anymore. Jaws snapped by her cheek and she thought she might have been a bit quick in her assessment that she wasn’t going to lose her eye. Adrenalin was pumping through her veins and she managed a half crazed laugh around the fur in her mouth. Stupid, stupid girl.

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