Kinkfoot struggled to his paws, the dark forest swarming around his vision. Then he noticed a terrifying sight.
A black she-cat came out, with what looks like an eye and cat fur caught in her huge teeth.
Kinkfoot darted forward, the she-cat dropped what she carried and met him mid-way, teeth flaring.
The she-cat went for kinkfoot's shoulder, but remembering his training, he darted aside and sunk his claws into her shoulder.
The dead she-cat cried out in pain and dashed to the side, before lunging again, a terrifyingly insane yowl of anger left her jaws.
Kinkfoot was quicker and slashed across the she-cat's side.
The black she-cat spun and hissed, before looking up behind Kinkfoot.
"Dark forest, retreat, back to our home." She yowled, not panicly, not scared, but in a scary calmness voice.
At once the dark forest cats looked in the same direction as the she-cat, and started to run away in that direction. Even the mentally ill she-cat followed.
When Kinkfoot looked over, he saw the dark forest cats disappearing into leaves on the ground. But what was standing there was even more terrifying.
A large, black tom, with one green eye, and another eye that, if any whiter would have blended in with the white spot surrounding it, stood there, smiling a crooked messed up smile. Before disappearing into leaves like the rest of the dark forest cats.