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The Feral

At first glimpse he looks just like any shorthaired, grey domestic cat.  His green eyed gaze is as inscrutable, his little head is pointed like a viper's, he drifts about like catlike fog.  But closer inspection reveals a small, tough creature that has adapted a different path than his feline brethren.  He flits through a forest populated with small cat monsters; a fox has dined at the same midden that summoned the cat, a coyote has danced by mere feet away.  Not for him, the warm hearth and large bipedal servants, but a wilder existence than many of either species has enjoyed in some centuries.  Prey and predator exchange places in the natural chaos of life and death, and this creeping grey beggar has been both.  But there is a speculative look in his eye, a frantic bobbing of the head in suicidal curiousity when the open door is proffered. It is, after all, nice when someone else looks out for the big bad wolf.