Ramcats were notoriously elusive-- as sneaky as owlcats only twice as cunning. Even on the best of days catching one was no easy feat, so it went without saying that Edge was more than a little proud of the ramcat carcass currently draped over her shoulders. Yet just as she was preparing to settle down and eat the thing, she heard a vicious yowling coming from the next bush over. Curious, she slipped through the underbrush, carcass in tow, to find a buck with his jaws fastened around the throat of a lynx of all things, silencing its yowls forevermore.
She dropped her kill to the ground, and they exchanged appraising looks.
“Overcompensating much?” she jeered.
The looks turned meaningful.
“See for yourself."
And she did. The next morning, when she woke up alone with the shreds of a lynx pelt and one ramcat horn, she had to admit he was definitely not overcompensating.
