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You know when you're being hunted. You play predator too much to miss when the script flips and you become the prey, whirling and hissing at seemingly nothing. Your stupid fins constrict in fear rather than flare with confidence like you want them to. Traitors.
She's stalking you. That's what you get for coming to shore.
One night, you'll drag her out to sea and drown her. See how she likes being out of her element.
There's a rumble from above, purr and laughter and threat. Before you can react, Nepeta pounces, her teeth in the back of your neck.