cat1 POV
I leap onto the fan, but the damn bird flies away. I jump back onto the ledge and race down. I stop mid-way and see the bird close. I jump again but it escapes again. How the hell will I catch it? And cat2 isn't helping! I glare at cat2.
"Can't you do something? You're the one who let it in!" I spat at him.
"Fine." He rolls his eyes. "But after this I will go outside thank you very much."
"Fine as long as you do something," I mutter.
cat2 POV
Oh, I'll do something all right. I smirk behind her back. Even though I love the outside and chase birds and squirrels, I occasionally eat them. They're not too bad actually.
I sneak behind the bird, which it is resting on a low table. I manage to get at least two feet behind it without it noticing me. I crawl under the table. I see it staring away from me. I reach a paw out, claws unsheathed, and find my target. As quick as I can, I grab the bird by its tail and pull it under the table. It looks shocked and tries to fly away, but my grip is too strong for the poor thing. I see that the raven has something in its beak. It looks white and fluffy. I quickly bite the birds neck and it drops what was in its beak.
I decide to eat the bird and show cat1 the blood and everything. I tear into it and glance into cat1's direction. She looks at me with wide eyes. I smirk and eat my meal. She looks sick just like I thought she would. Great revenge for everything she said, I think satisfied. Now, what's this thing?
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Civil War 2
Randomcat2, a tuxedo cat, and cat1, the weird brown one on the cover, have the fight of their lives as they fight for food. They wait hungrily for their owners human1 and human2 to bring food for them. Meanwhile, a raven drops in with a huge piece of brea...
