Rustle, rustle.
Rustle, rustle.
It sounded a little like a mouse rummaging through things.
In fact, cats were constantly moving around in the grass.
Scattered sounds.
Ever since I'd brought Yangyang into the urban village, I'd heard them everywhere.
There were stray cats all over the city.
Yet truly wild cats who knew how to survive were few and far between.
Gentle strays who weren't good at fighting lost nearly ninety-five percent of their numbers in their first year.
Trash cans and sewers had always been the main places where wild cats foraged. The conditions outside were harsh, and dozens of cats might live in a single residential complex. Even an abandoned fish bone could set off a bloody frenzy, leaving several contenders battered and bleeding.
"Mom, it's so quiet around here." Yangyang licked her paw and surveyed the surroundings.
I stopped and sniffed the air.
"This is a Tricolor Cat's territory."
In densely populated areas, a territory wasn't necessarily home to just one cat.
Fights were common.
Suddenly, Yangyang spoke up. "Mom, I can smell cats."
"They seem to be heading this way." I'd sensed it a while ago, but hadn't said anything. Yangyang seemed to be seeing our kind gather to pay their respects for the first time; her eyes widened in surprise.
Just like when we'd encountered the Ragdoll last time.
More and more wild cats came to pay their respects to me, then lowered their noble heads.
"Is this happening because my true form has been released, and the aura that was being suppressed is leaking out again?" I already had some ideas.
A Cat Demon with a little sense had been watching me from far away. Though he was at the Qi Refining stage, he couldn't stop trembling as he stared at the figure before