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[cat_so_clever]

One moment, Misto is walking down his street, tail held high. Then there is a loud bang, and a flash of light, and. . . this is not his street. has he been hit by a car, and is this the Heavyside Layer? Maybe so, maybe not

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[diseasedvermin]

Oz told Tom about a way of hunting, once, in case he ever was in the country.

"Go into rat, righ'. Find a warren, sneak in, and rip the leader's throat out, then drag him off."

Oz made it sound so easy, the bastard. After almost four hours, Tom, panting, bloodied, and weary, drags a small rabbit out of its burrow. Barely a mouthful. Last time Tom listens to dead mentors!

His keen pink ears pick up wailing from nearby. His body freezes instinctively.

Ohshit.

[cat_so_clever]

Waily, waily, waily. Sad black cat is sad. Oh won't someone take pity and provide fish, and cream?

[diseasedvermin]

Tom bolts into the ex-rabbit's burrow.

Erm, there is dead rabbit some yards away, at least?

[cat_so_clever]

Mistoffolees is not hungry, he had sardines not half an hour ago. He is confused, though. the movement catches his eye though, and he stalks delicately over to the burrow and crouches outside it, whiskers aquiver.