Big Cat and Little Cat

The gray-black layered stones were hard and dense, wrapped in a soft weathered outer layer. Perhaps because they stood so close to the lake and had long been soaked by moisture, their surfaces were somewhat slick, making them easy to slip on. On top of that, moss grew in many of the cracks and crevices where the rocks overlapped, making the artificial mountain even more dangerous. Even during the day, few small animals ever climbed around on it.

Except for the Little White Cat tonight.

The kitten was small. Her fluffy fur gave off a soft, gentle feeling beneath the moonlight, while the slightly yellowed irises around her pitch-black pupils gleamed in the night.

The Little White Cat had not yet learned how to use the claws between her toes. Relying only on a burst of determination and the friction between her paw pads and the rocks, she struggled upward.

Even though the white fur on her belly was stained with green moss and lime, and her pink little paws were coated in black mud, nothing could stop her from climbing step by step.

"Mm, this little thing is too cute!" Curly Haired Dog smacked his lips and reached toward the artificial mountain, trying to scoop the kitten down in one go.

"You could feed her some oatmeal," the Fat Wizard said, bracing himself on his knees as he caught his breath. Then he shook his head and added, "Of course, that's only if she's willing to eat it..."

He had added that condition because the kitten on the artificial mountain seemed somewhat resistant to Curly Haired Dog's outstretched paw.

Under normal circumstances, wizards had no trouble interacting with small animals—most animals greatly enjoyed the magical energy emanating from wizards. But the kitten on the artificial mountain was different. When