Try him biatch—

Not just any kitty. The best kitty ever. Also he’s a murderer and will not hesitate to put up a fight. So if he’s real hungry, he can taste his fuckin’ claws.

....Pffcht— He can take giant Demon Lords. No biggie. Mhm. He’ll just pounce from the top of a tree, WWE style. Y e p.

Isaak is tasty as fuck, yes. But the Demon Lord won’t get a taste. ...Aand now he’s tackling said Demon Lord. And biting at his neck, he is fieRCE.

Well. Okay. Ow. But guess what? Kitty was a masochist. So he hissed, but took the cut like a champ, growling and using his own sharp claws to rip into the Demon’s neck. Trying to get to some v e i n s—

|| MY CRIPPLING DEPR— Nothing, really.

Peeking out. Uhm..... He’s back?

WAVING. GIVE HIM ATTENTION NOW THAT HE’S BACK.

|| SMACKS. THEY DO NOT SUCK.

“He— ....Who the hell are you?” A new face? Or does he have amnesia?

He is not dead yet. But damn, did he miss a lot of shit.

He wasn’t in heat, or anything, but he was beginning to feel a little...touch starved. Wanting cuddles or pets. Preferably both.

LOUD NOISES. Attempt to sneak: Failure.

Why hello there. He’s back—

Loud WHINE.

O W. “I can do what I waaant!” He huffed and proceeded to bite that hand.

Let him BEAT SOMEONE UP.

Wow he needs people to talk to. So this is what happens when he disappears for too long.

He’s falling asleep on the ground. But only because he just fell out of a tree and can’t bother to move—

Yo he’s finally back and no one’s around, what’s this buuuullshit??