[Cobra]

1 elegantly glided over to Atlas, her eyes beautiful and clear. "Come, Me," she called. "Hello. My name is one, and this is my companion; Me. Mind you, Me can't talk, the poor dear." 1 let out a tinkling laugh, with an edge of regret and sadness. "What is your name, darling?"

Me stopped at the quiet place, their eyes holding a slight bit of wild fury. "Me," they meowed angrily. They hated being referred to like that - like they were just a kid. Me scratched symbols in the dirt, meaning to tell 1 they were angry. They shoved her shoulder, claws slightly out. They then watched, satisfied, as two trickles of blood fell from 1's shoulder.

// @Mumble - two cats, essentially