An Apocalyptic Invasion

catwing life changes (exaggeration)

Flickhuni crouched low to the ground, careful to keep her tail in the air.

The moose was ignorant of her presence. It started to graze.

She slowly moved forward, and was about a foot away when the moose raised its head.

Freezing, she kept her eyes on the moose. It lowered its head and continued to eat grass.

She launched herself into the air and clamped her jaws onto the moose's back.

The sweet tang of blood washed over her tongue as she held on, waiting for it to die.

The grass bent as her brother thundered though them, a bear in his mouth.

She set her moose down. "Whoa."

He grinned. "I know, right? It just ran at me like it wanted to die."

Her catch suddenly didn't feel that impressive.

Flihkfhur suddenly appeared from behind a tree. "Hello, you two."

"Hey."

"It's a bit early to be hunting, don't you think?"

Flickhuni and Flittefhur exchanged a glance. "We were hungry," he explained.

"And besides, it's never too early to hunt," she added.

He shrugged. "You're not wrong."

"Where are you coming from?"

"The States." He sat down in a loaf position and yawned.

"What's it like over there?"

"It's not that much different from here, except there are more humans."

"I wish we can go over there," Flickhuni said sadly.

"Hey, don't worry." He gave her a smile. "Once our mother thinks you're old enough, I'll take you over there."

She brightened. "Really?"

He nodded. "It's good to explore new places."

The oldest of their mother's first litter, he was the one his younger siblings went to when they needed someone to talk to or some advice.

Unlike him, Flickhuni didn't feel pretty- her father's sister always told her that she was beautiful, but when she looked at someone like Dlhithirk, she felt dull and unattractive.

It didn't help that all of her older siblings had mates, so that just made her feel worse.

A brown Catwing shot down from the sky and landed next to Flihkfhur. "When's the next meeting?"

He set his gaze at the horizon. "I'm fairly certain it's at sunrise. Why?"

"Hazefhur's khits are doubtful that the war was real," she said.

"Which one?"

"Strangely, it's the one that happened more than a hundred-thousand-years ago."

"Interesting." Flihkfhur twitched his tail thoughtfully. "They weren't even born- but then again, neither were we."

"I kind of agree with them."

Clauchice stared at her. "What?"

"How could it be possible for Catwings to fight each other?" Flittefhur asked. "We all get along so well."

"Humans and Catwings didn't get along, and we're friends with five of them."

"That's different," Flickhuni said. "We're two different species, and not the same one."