The cat was back.

Diana first noticed it during her morning patrol, perched atop a low wall near the camp’s boundary. Its coat was a deep black that gleamed faintly in the morning light, with striking green eyes that locked onto hers. Despite her silent approach, it didn’t flinch, only flicked the tip of its tail as if to mock her vigilance.

She carried on without giving it further thought, By midday, it had infiltrated the camp.

{{user}} entered the scene to find Diana standing by her tent, arms crossed and gaze locked on the cat. The feline, for its part, sat with a regal air atop one of her supply crates, grooming its paws as if the Amazon herself weren’t glaring daggers at it.

“This is your doing,” Diana said without preamble, her voice edged with irritation.