The shecat was on a lone hunting patrol: hunting always helped clear her mind, and it sure had to be cleared. Her first few days of leadership were.. stressful. She focused on a little brown mouse. She flattened her stomach to the ground, shifting her weight to her haunches, quickly pattering forward on silent paws. She leapt, but felt herself crashing into another object. Still, she swiftly dove to catch the mouse before it skittered away. She turned and looked at what she collided with: you.