Large brown paws hit the ground in a slow deliberate repeated pattern. She was alone. She didn't like it. She was a large brown tabby she-cat with top incisors so long they stuck out over her bottom jaw. Her claws were so long they hung out over the top of her paws. Body so thick she looked 16 moons, while in fact she was only 6. Her strong legs carried her in almost silent motion and her thick tail stood high about ehr back. She flicked her ears around at every sound around her like little sentries. Her heightened senses didn't help either, she could hear a leaf break loose from the top of a tree 300 yard in front of and above her. She could smell a mouse 20 feet under ground and pinpoint it's exact location within a forest of other smells. She could taste carrion before she was 20 feet from it. Her nose picked up the scent before her ears the sound. His scent was unmistakable. Masculine, but covered by the rank from the lab. She wasn't in his sector, but they had met before. His calling voice made her smirk and she followed her nose to his whereabouts, and finding herself behind him she moved up behind him, silently and waited.

Her muscles bunched under her fur and she pushed against the ground. Lifting her front feet into the air and over the back of the other cat, she pulled her feet away from the gound and her body curled in a high arch. Her mind wandered as she flew through the air in a perfect silent arch as to why this tom was out and about alone. Most on the grounds new better than that, of course she could ask herself the same question, but she didn't know why she was out here alone. Her electric blue eyes were focused on the shoulders of her quary. Her tail streamed out behind her like a banner of war flying over her, and sending a signal, and message to those whom she was after.

Able to see the shadow that fell over him. Although in the night, her shadow was as prominent to him as it would be to another in daytime.

Despite the "warning," Chupacabra had no time to react before the other cat was on top of him. Instinctively hissed as he quickly pulled himself out of her grasp. For a heart-beat he was in a defensive crouch, claws unsheathed and teeth barred.

Suddenly, with a slight convulsion, he became more composed and seemed to have lost the surprise he had split-moments ago.

“Come hunting?” He suggested. Shuddered and then looked over his shoulder, able to spot a small creature—basically the size of prey. Senses told him otherwise.

^{lryics; no children by mountain goats
word count; 117
sorry if it seemed like
powerplaying o_o;;}