Frost was just happy. Once he'd caught a cat his need for doing such was sated, and he could control himself. The cat, (kitten), had been caught and now- "Yes. A good cat." He rumbled out a pleased growl as he laid down, head flopping into the kitten, engulfing him in cool white fur.

"Now, now we rest." He smiled, teeth white and paw idly petting Carlos's head absentmindedly. "Cat is caught."

phantompanther13
that is it. Frost has caught the cat everyone can go home now