Poe'thas was pretty much
always in cat form these days. He'd found that it was more enjoyable to hunt smaller, fun-sized, prey if he was also smaller and that if he simply stayed that way it was easier to get ignored when he didn't want attention. Being that he was a very singular and private individual that suited him just fine.
So it was today that he'd been hunting a particularly fat usdia through the forest when for whatever reason the trail had gone cold. Irritated that something as slow and dumb as an overweight mini horse could outsmart him, he found himself looking for his favorite perch-- A nice high branch on a tree he'd clawed and scented himself. As he neared his spot his nose twitched as the breathing sounds and scent of another accosted him. The intruder wasn't in his tree, but it was close.
Keen and glowing eyes peered upwards until a pale blue cat was seen. Leaping high onto his own branch he sauntered over, layed down, and rested his head on his paws. If the other walker had a problem with him being near they could say something. Otherwise he was perfectly fine doing his own thing until the inferior cat left of his or her own accord.
His tail flicked as he lounged in a tree. He'd been stalking about in his feline form once more and this time he was sure he'd caught that scent of that wretched mare once more. Much to his distaste, the scent trail ended leaving him looking once more for a lead. He'd show her.. end her miserable life this time. Letting our a growl of irritation, he closed his eyes as he went into his mind and worked out every detail of the gruesome torture he'd put that wretch through when he found her. that would be a meal he'd enjoy thoroughly. 
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