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She stood in what looked like shock of what she had done. It was as though she didn’t know her own strength although she knew it better than anyone. Her white coat was spatter with crimson. The bodies of the cats she had slain where lying limp. The death shudders had quit minuets ago. So why was she still here? Evan she did not know. Was it remorse, sadness, guilt or just admiring her workmanship? She decided that it was not the latter she had only slit the throat of the male while he slept. And the female she strangled beside the girls mate as he thrashed under her weight. Neither murder was hard. The timing was simple. And remorse, she chuckled she had finished that off with her kits. Guilt it finished with her mate. Sadness, now she gave a throaty laugh killing was delightful. She finally decided that the thing keeping her here was a lust for more she looked at the females orange and said in a low tune. “You won’t need that anymore will you little one”. When the others found the bodies they found a grey tom with a mutilated corpse of a cat gutted and practically turned inside out.