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Dispite his resentment of kittypets and his hatred of two-legs, Thomas kept close to the line of trees behind the two-leg place. The hunting was good here, and that was reason enough for him. So, he pushed his pride aside and kept to where he was most likely to survive. After all, it would be leaf-fall soon.

The bulky tom padded about the underbrush, thick muscles rippling under his ginger coat as he stalked a mouse. His small tail pulled back and his ears perked forward, he was just about to make his move when suddenly something huge came crashing through the underbrush. His mouse bolted and he lunged, killing the creature in one swift blow. Quickly, he grabbed his prey and bolted under a thorny bush, trying to see who had interrupted his hunting.

His yellow-green eyes narrowed as he saw flashes of spots and paws. He edged forward and those eyes widened. Before him stood the biggest she-cat he had ever seen! From beneath his bush, he watched her prance about like a kitten. His whiskers twitched in amusement. But then, her playfulness dissipated as her long, sleek body slide effortlessly into a hunter's crouch. He felt his fur rise, this was his hunting spot! Thomas watched as she defeated a squirrel with ease and forced himself to flatted his pelt. She was clearly stronger than himself, that was clear.

And so, he wiggled his way out from beneath the bush, carrying his mouse with him. He set it down and mrowled in greeting, keeping a good distance between them, "Nice catch, there." Out here in the open, he could see her true size. He had never seen anything like her before!

Thomas felt his fur fluff up and he stared at the she-cat indignantly, "Kitten! No way, I'm a full-grown tom!" Defensive as he was, he found himself laughing at her comment. He flicked his ears in amusement, "Serval? Is that what you are? And here I thought you were a lion without its mane." He chided, his tail waving behind him, his kill mostly forgotten. She was so interesting! Her wild look brought to mind stories from his mother of huge wild cats with thick manes and enormous fangs.

His reminiscing was rudely interrupted however by the squawking of an annoying two-leg. He arched his back and felt a growl building up in his throat.

"Stupid Two-leg! Go back to your nest!" His eyes flicked to the giant she-cat, "We better go, they can get pretty nasty."

The bob-tailed tom didn't relax until the thick-pawed two-leg stomped off. He shook out his fur and quickly finished off his mouse. "Zoey, huh? Never heard a name like that before." He kicked some debris over the remains before trotting off after her. She was mesmerizing. Her long legs made him have to walk quite quickly to keep up with her pace, "My name is Thomas. I live around here. If you'd like..." He grinned up at her, "I could show you around."

Thomas thought for a good minute, "A place where Two-legs don't go..." He'd explored a good bit of the surrounding area, but all around here there were traces of the monsters. Strange leaves of unnatural colors that didn't rot, fat kittypets thinking they were brave enough to explore the wild, two-leg kits building nests of sticks and branches. Unless... "Well, there is a river, it's pretty far ahead, but if we crossed it... I have a feeling you'd be safest there."