UncannyCat

Sugarloaf’s world was suspended for a long moment in the air, claws extended, mouth open, every muscle coiled tight in the middle of her perfectly timed jump. The wind rushed past her ears, and she could hear nothing except the roar of her own blood. Her gaze was locked on her target as she calculated the distance she needed, her eyes locked on the vulnerable spot just behind the cat's thickly furred shoulder where her teeth would find the best hold. And then, chaos erupted. The Smilodon — a big red female bearing scars across her face from previous battles — dodged at the last moment, leaping to the left with a speed that something that size shouldn’t possess, and Sugarloaf missed by inches. So close that the fur on the tips of her paws brushed against the heat of the big cat’s body. She tried to twist mid air, to angle herself just far enough to grab onto the cat, her claws swiping desperately at empty air where the Smilodon had been only an instant before. But she was already

Fall in the Superiors was beautiful. The trees turned bright shades of red and gold, their leaves falling into heaps on the ground between them, making the mountainside brilliant with their colors. While it was becoming colder, the chill wasn't yet enough to put off visitors or adventurous locals, and the ground remained clear of snow. Which was good, because this was Marii, Mariclawna, and Ulir's competition day. The less chance of slipping on ice and falling on their faces, the better. Accidents were common enough on the track without the addition of poor footing. Vincenza, a cream black dire with a sleek sphinx mane, padded alongside them as they moved down the track, near the other parties, but with enough distance to allow everyone to set up. "You remember the plan?" "The plan is run," Marii's fluffy tail wagged, much to her ire, as she took her place at the first post. She was a Tokota of medium build, and they were hoping that her size gave her an edge on getting towards the

Spring was starting to bring into life and the friesian stallion could feel it in the air and even the ground at his hooves seemed to tingle with emerging life as the snows melted away. Finally allowing the grass to revive and the buds and flowers to emerge filling the valley once more with color. Albion was thankful for it. The long dark nights of winter and absolute desperation were at an end, the stallion had been tense and on near constant watch for those three turns of the moon watching for desperate and hungry predators, and ear on the sky for any word that the birds might share about better grazing. It hadn’t been easy with the state they had found Jorunn and Supernova in. having them join him out of necessity. They wouldn’t have survived the winter on their own and it’d gotten worse when they’d found Aspen and Tyche alone in the world. He’d almost started to feel more like a mother hen than a stallion. He just couldn’t have said no to any of them. Not if he wanted to live