wings of a moth ;; open to everyone

[SirDio]

IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME COMING, AND THE TABLES TURNED AROUND
"speech." . 'thoughts' . attack

Titan snorted as the two reacted differently. The white cat stayed to the earth while the black cat ascended into a nearby tree, though the old wolf-like beast could hardly care at this point. It was the fact that they were going to fight that interested him. Titan looked upward to the tomcat, then back to the white female and tilted his head. Words never reached the air, but as he looked back to the tomcat, he let out a questioning grunt. Friends? Foes? A bit of both?

CAUSE ONE OF US IS GOING, ONE OF US IS GOING DOWN!
Wanderer. -- Mutated Canadian Timber Wolf

credit @/teef