The claws are out

Zisa knew that one day, she would have to fight for herself; she would have to defend herself if she didn't want any major scars. So when the roar of a creature filled the air, Zisa was heading towards it, curiosity getting the best of her as she made her way forwards. When she managed to get to the creature, she stopped. This cat was bigger than she was! Before she could back out of the spar, she moved forwards, her light purple eyes blazing with a new fire. She was going to fight this cat, winning or not. But before she could, another wolf came seemingly out of nowhere and challenged the cat. "Are you serious?" Her voice was louder than she had wanted it to be, but she sat down with a huff.

Well, if she couldn't fight the cat, she would at least watch.