Jellicle cats

The scent of blood hung thickly in the air. The cat seemed to be struggling to bare weight on the leg Sedna had opened, blood soaking its paws and staining the earth beneath. It should start losing strength soon she would hope. Side teeth pulled at the thick fur on her cheek, small cuts opening on her own face as it pressed closer and she growled, not wanting to give it another inch to change its angle. Pressed shoulder to shoulder, she couldn’t see what Magnus was up to, except to know whatever it was must have been effective, the cat ripping its face clear of her jaws as her tail whipped under to try and slice at it’s belly with her small concealed blade. There wouldn’t be enough pressure to disembowel the cat, the knife was so small and her tail really lacked the musculature, but it would hopefully distract it enough that the Archer-Lyall could snake under to grab it by the throat and cut off its air supply. She would have to grit her teeth through the inevitable grab of paws around her shoulders (although one barely held on at all). It was time to end this.

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