[Cobra]

Leopardthistle flashed out her paw, snatching the fish that she had tracked for ever so long. Her golden eyes stared around her, searching the dark for anycat that might even dare to come into her little corner of the wilderness. She was fishing here, and she would not be bothered by some annoying little rat who thought they could toss their weight around however they chose. No. She would not allow that. She would shove them away, sass them away, annoy them away, whatever. Leopard would do whatever she could to keep babies out of her personal space. Those kittens didn't understand personal space - they were all over each other drooling.

It was quite a show.

She carefully placed the fish next to her, then unsheathed one of her front claws and examined it as it shone in the moonlight. Leopardthistle smiled with dangerous glee and sliced open the fish on its side from its head.. to its tail. She laughed as the guts, meat and all sorts of fun treats spilled out. And as the blood oozed onto the ground, she bent down her head to lap it up. She then scooped up the other pieces of the fish in her mouth, and swallowed it down vigorously. The skin was always the worst part, but the stuff inside? That was why she fished. Youngsters, again, had been doing it all wrong. They shoved the fish in their mouth without any regards to the taste. All they cared about was getting something done, so they could move on to the next. You had to savor the moment, milk it of all its glories.

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