"Kill it"
"What?"
"Just kill it Equius, befur it runs away!"
"No! Nepeta I will not participate in such frivolous activities."
"You're the one who asked to come out here and hunt!"
"I merely wanted to observe"
"Oh bluh. Come on sweaty pants."
"I will not touch the poor animal."
"It's a squawkbeast!"
"I don't care what it is. I'm not hurting it. You may kill if you wish but unlike some trolls I prefer not to eat what looks at me back."
"You're so SILLY Equius! Just turn the thing over while you're eating so you don't look at it's face!"
"Nepeta, that does not change my decision."
"Fine, if you are going to wimp out like a wimpy butt then stay here. I have to catch dinner." Nepeta turns away from you, squatting underneath the branches of the bush you are hiding behind. The poor beast doesn't suspect a thing.
"1...2...3!" You make one last grab for Nepeta's coat, missing completely. She is gone, quickly pouncing on the squawkbeast, scratching at it violently. Rust blood drips from her claws, staining the animal's crisp white fur. It was quite magnificent before your moirail got to it. Not as majestic and STRONG as a hoofbeast but that didn't make it's death any less saddening.
"Equius, you can come out now!" Nepeta waves her claws, standing proudly by her prey. You sigh and return by her side.
"Alright, I suppose this little adventure is over. Can we return to our hives now?"
"Haha, no. We-"
"You" you correct.
"I can't just eat a little squawkbeast for dinner!"
"Yes you can."
"No I can't"
"Yes"
"No"
"Yes"
"No"
"Yes"
"No"
"Yes"
"No"
"Enough of this! We can always go hunting again. Besides, it's getting late."
"UGGH, FINE. But only because you'll start sweating if we don't leave soon."
"I'm happy you agree." You lightly put a hand on your moirail's shoulder. She groans.
"You think maybe you can actually hurt something next time?"
"I'll think about it." You help Nepeta onto your shoulders and start walking, following a small leaf trail. She gasps.
"Really?"
"No." You smile, glasses cracking ever so slightly. But even as you brush dried blood and fur off your shirt, you can't help but consider her offer.
Maybe a bit of training could come in handy one day.