You are a cat demon

The mother sika deer was very alert. At the slightest sound, she would stop eating, raise her head, and twitch her ears slightly, listening intently to the surrounding sounds. Her fawn was right beside her, just like your mother. If the fawn ran off, the mother sika deer would call out, urging the fawn to come back to her.

Adult sika deer are also on the cat demon's menu, but they can run at speeds up to 90 kilometers per hour. Although the cat demon is fast and has great explosive power, it lacks endurance. If it cannot catch up with and pounce on its prey within ten seconds, it will be difficult to regain its momentum after that. As a result, its success rate in capturing an adult sika deer is less than 50%. Therefore, the cat demon will adopt an ambush strategy. When encountering two or more sika deer, it will often choose the weaker one, prioritizing newborn fawns, followed by females and injured or old deer. Only when there is no other choice will it attack a male adult deer.

Your mother's target this time is that fawn.

What you need to do this time is to stay put and observe and learn.

Four little cat demons lined up and lay prone on the ground.

This is a towering loess slope, a pretty good vantage point, not easy to spot, especially the second dog, whose yellowish-brown fur almost blends into the soil. Glancing at the second dog, you think that perhaps your own fur is quite nice too, looking from afar like a black stone… or more like a lump of coal.

Shift your gaze from the second child and continue observing your mother's every move.

At this moment, the mother was slowly approaching the sika deer and her calf, using the low bushes for cover. The mother kept her body very low, almost touching the ground.

You scrutinized every detail, estimating the tension in your mother's muscles. You subtly tensed your own muscles, noticing a resemblance to how you used to chase butterflies. You considered mimicking your mother's forward movements, but space was limited, and you feared your sudden actions might disturb the two deer, so you gave up.

A dung beetle crawled onto your right front paw, and only then did you feel a slight itch.

You really dislike these little bugs that are always dealing with dirty things, if you can't say you hate them.

You shook your front paws, trying to shake the insect off, but as soon as you did, the fourth brother grabbed your front paw in one bite.

Your attention was completely focused on the dung beetle, and you were eager to see how far the hunting lesson had progressed. You never expected that the fourth one would suddenly bite you. Although it didn't hurt at all, it really startled you.

The fourth one seemed startled too, and quickly released its front paws. From a young age, it had been interested in all kinds of insects, big and small, flying in the sky and crawling on the ground. It wanted to catch them all and examine them closely, even though its mother had stopped it several times before for fear of being bitten by poisonous insects. This time, it only wanted to "help" you remove the insects.

But you don't care about any of that.

You swung your claw, slapping the fourth brother across the face. You weren't paying attention to your strength, and your claws had become quite sharp. Although they weren't as sharp as an unsheathed dagger as those of an adult cat demon, they were a completely different level compared to a few months ago. With this swipe, you tore a one-inch-long wound on the fourth brother's face.

The fourth child made a "whimpering" sound, but you ignored it and continued to look down at the loess slope.