A/N: Written for the Furaba Flash Bingo on the FBFC (link's in my profile), #008 – Zodiac: tiger.
From a Tiger to a Cat
She was supposed to be a tiger, but she was just a little cat, scared into submission by loud bangs and clashes and growls.
Tigers weren't supposed to be tigers who lost their voice when threatened: they were supposed to scratch and bite at their enemies until their last breath.
Maybe her claws had been trimmed so badly, they could never come out. Or maybe it was part of the curse losing its power, in stealing her only hope for defence from her – because how could a little kitty cat defend themselves in a tiger's place? They couldn't.
It really didn't feel like the curse was dwindling as she shivered, fur spiked on end and purring growl stuck in her throat. And she didn't feel like any sort of tiger either.
There was already a Sohma cursed with the cat, but she felt like a cat too.