Cat Rain Falls from Heaven

...The catgirl ladies of the Cat Tufflin Knight Order from Cat Tufflin planted their enormous tower shields—the kind that could block their entire bodies—on the ground, then dropped to one knee. One hand set their heavy flails on the ground, while the other pressed to their chests in the shape of a cat paw.

They were giving thanks, because cats never prayed.

They thanked the great Meow Yi Ao for bestowing honor and dried fish upon them.

They thanked the great Meow Yi Ao for bestowing civilization and cat climbing boxes upon them.

The Cat Lamps floating around them curiously inspected these cats who belonged to the cat race, yet were not the same species:

"Meow-ow, meow-ow!"

"Meow-ow? Meow-ow!"

They conversed in Cat Lamp language, while the humanoid catfolk stared curiously at them. Catfolk did not understand Cat Lamp language. If cat language was English, then Cat Lamp language was Latin! Most Cat Lamps knew both Cat Lamp language and cat language, while the occasional exceptional cat could master Witch language.

Jiang Han, however, understood every word. The Cat Lamps were not particularly friendly toward these catfolk, bluntly calling them "skinny cats." Though Jiang Han felt there was a hint of jealousy in that... in any case, this forty-six-cat catfolk knight order finally completed its ceremony of thanks, picked up its tower shields, and had a cat knight captain at the very front negotiate with Jiang Han.

She could not have been very old. Even among the already youthful-looking catfolk, she seemed excessively young.

Her palm-sized face was drawn tight, as though being expressionless was a mark of maturity. A pair of Siamese cat ears poked up from her head, draped in specially made chainmail ear guards.

Armed to the cat ears!

Likewise, armed to the cat tail.

Her figure