As Eight stood there, paws frozen to the ground, prepared to face what was sure to be the fight of his life, and the last one at that, he struggled to keep his thoughts in check and his breathing in pace.
This cat was no joke, she'd rend him from on end to the other and this was not a happy thought. Most normal issues, even dire ones, Eight would easily find himself fighting his fear with a conversation, garnished lightly with jokes and as much light heartedness as he thought he could get away with. Sometimes it alleviated the issues, diffused a problem or took a friend or loved one's mind...
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