Hushed Willows Could've been the wine

Orlaith didn't catch any who gave a disapproving look, as her feiry eyes were wholly focused on above, as she stalked by the tree. A rage from her very spirit as she glared at the talking cat, only to find out there was yet another cat nearby. It was a dangerous situation, she thought, which made her fur ruffle even more-so with alarm. As a group, dealing with one cat would've been fine, but now there was back-up, the chances were growing smaller.

Though the fire fae didn't like that worry gross her face, "There was no scent- how can they say to be born, or even claim, when they never defended? The willows, is ours." She lifted a paw and stomped it at the ground in a 'humph,' declaring their mark on the territory.