Blackfeather Woods Earth sKills

She smirked as the cat flinched at her growl, the ferocity in her tone was enough to frighten anyone. 

Yet, the cat did not move, obviously not wanting to give up it's ground. But Blackfeather was no place for a cat, nor anything like it. The unfortunate fox who had been decapitated alive, for an example. While the cat bared it's fangs, she was not fazed. Nothing would reach the children, no matter the outcome of her physical health. She had made a promise to serve and guard the inhabitants of Blackfeather even if her life depended on it, and this feline was stupid if it thought it would get past her.

A malicious growl rippled through her, echoing even louder out her maw. It had a warning, now no mercy would be shown. Hell, she wouldn't have anyway. Her body was tensed, almost hunched as it prepared to attack. But she would not make the first move, the cat would or it would run. Even then, she would hunt it till it was off her borders.