Fischl, unusually distressed, took to the podium.
"Has anyone seen Oz? I can't find him."
One by one, the ladies shook their heads.
Kirara shrugged, "I haven't seen him—."
Before she could finish, she made a gagging noise and hacked up a hairball full of violet feathers sizzling with electricity. Everyone stared at her. Kirara smiled amicably.
"Come on, this doesn't prove anything. Innocent before—"
She hacked again. This time, a raven's head popped out of her mouth.
"Mein Fraulein!" he gasped, "Save me…"
Kirara spat out Oz, who fell on the floor in a puddle of spit. Everyone recoiled, tried not to throw up, or gave the nekomata blank-faced expressions. Kirara dabbed a handkerchief to her lips.
"Wow, I don't know how that got in there. Anyways, are you going to eat that?"
Constitutional Amendment
Kirara and other cat girls may not eat Oz or any other avian allies.