There's A Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered, Honey

now familiar with the forest and it’s surrounding lands, Dulla had been out picking berries, humming merrily to herself as she worked. now that winter had completely melted away she found her mood lifting, endeared by the flush of new life that had sprung around her. using a large leaf as a makeshift basket of sorts, Dulla carted the berries around as she wove through the trees, already dreaming of their sweet juices and the satisfying pop they’d make in her mouth. as such, she stumbled upon it all quite suddenly, eyes widening in surprise as she halted to peer curiously around at the scene before her. a small ginger cat, the first feline she’d ever encountered, crouched over the limp body of a rabbit. judging by the scents in the air and the blood staining the cat’s chin, it seemed she’d killed it herself and was preparing to feast.

unbidden, Dulla’s stomach gives a rather fierce growl, and a hot blush comes to her face. had the cat heard her? was she laughing at her? well, she very couldn’t just scurry off now that she had the cat’s attention. it’d be…well, rude! and that rabbit did look very tasty. “hel-hello…” she began, voice hesitant as she set her ‘basket’ down. the scent of rabbit laced the air, and drool collected around her mouth. this was so awkward! how did one navigate a conversation like this? did cats have different customs and such? “um…I was wondering, perhaps, if you’d…be willing your meal with me? in exchange for some berries, of course!” she sketched an awkward little gesture at the leaf spread out between them. “i imagine they’d make a nice sauce for the meat.”

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