Only Stealth's natural reflexes saved her from losing a tail as Epsy lunged at her. Short, round white teeth clamped shut with a loud chomping sound just inches from the large cat. Stealth had spun around and flapped backwards just in time. She almost fell, but quickly recovered and bolted back to the trees.
Epsy kicked up bits of grass and roared after the fleeing feline in an unnatural display of territorial aggression.
"I seem to be doing a lot of running today! What is -" Stealth sped back into the ferns, but instead of running further, she turned and looked back.
‘What is…’? Well, either you’re having a nightmare…or a lot of bad luck. I mean, you knew that Epsy was breeding somewhere, so what did you expect? 😉
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‘What is…’? Well, either you’re having a nightmare…or a lot of bad luck. I mean, you knew that Epsy was breeding somewhere, so what did you expect? 😉