You are a cat demon

Under the cover of the bushes, the mother was less than ten meters away from the two sika deer, but that wasn't enough; the effective attack range of the adult cat demon was about five or six meters.

Even though you're just a spectator, you can't help but feel nervous. The distance is awkward; if you're not discovered, there's still a chance of success, but if you are, all your efforts will be in vain. You're so nervous you barely dare to breathe, afraid that you'll scare the deer away from a hundred meters away. All the little cat demons hold their breath, even the fourth one, who was whimpering in pain from your scratch, has fallen silent.

Ten meters... nine meters... eight meters...

At this moment, the mother sika deer suddenly raised her head.

The mother immediately stopped, motionless, as quiet as a lifeless stone.

Your heart jumped into your throat.

Fortunately, most herbivores are not sensitive to things that are not moving. The female sika deer only glanced at the bushes a few times and probably did not notice anything unusual, so she lowered her head and continued to nibble on the alfalfa.

The innocent fawn was still idly wandering around its mother. Suddenly, a dead leaf butterfly appeared out of nowhere, thrilling the fawn. Its tiny, walnut-sized brain probably couldn't fathom that a fallen leaf could flutter like a butterfly. Perhaps heaven was helping its mother, for the dead leaf butterfly flew directly towards the bushes where her mother was hiding.

It's now!

The mother sprang out of the bushes with a "whoosh," as fast as lightning.

The incident happened so suddenly that the fawn was startled and twisted its ankle, falling to the ground and missing its chance to escape. Taking advantage of this, the mother bit the fawn's throat and began to tear at it violently.

You and the other three little cat demons couldn't help but cheer, shouting encouragement for your mother.

The moment its mother leaped out, the mother sika deer, driven by the cowardly nature of a herbivore, immediately took off running. But after only a few steps, she stopped, turned, and ran to within two or three meters of her mother, whimpering and pawing at the ground, poised to charge. She wanted to rescue her little one, but was terrified of the ferocious cat demon. Ultimately, she made her choice, as if summoning immense courage, and charged at your mother.

Female sika deer do not have antlers, but being directly bumped into by them can still hurt a lot.

The mother stepped aside.

For a small female deer to dare to launch an attack on a cat demon is already a remarkable thing; it's something that anyone in the sika deer species could boast about for a lifetime.

The courage is commendable, but unfortunately it was all in vain.

The poor fawn's throat was bitten open, and with each breath and struggle, a large pool of blood and foam gushed from the wound, staining the ground reddish-brown, like a large red carpet.

Your mother knew that the fawns were now meat on the chopping block and had no chance of escape, so she hid in the bushes and quietly observed and waited.

Seeing the cat demon flee, the mother deer, regardless of how far it had gone, immediately went to her dying fawn, gently licking it and softly rubbing her cheek against its belly. The fawn seemed to try to stand up, its four slender legs flailing futilely in the air, but the movements grew weaker and weaker, and after a few minutes, its body remained still. Just when you thought the fawn was dead, it seemed to have a final burst of energy, forcefully rolling over and, as if using its last ounce of strength, slowly moving a few centimeters towards its mother.

The fawn died completely.

The mother sika deer seemed unwilling to believe that her little baby, who had been frolicking beside her just minutes before, was now dead. She circled the fawn's body again and again, occasionally nudging it gently with her head, and letting out a muffled sound from her throat—a mournful cry of extreme grief, the kind you'd only ever heard from a mother who had lost her fifth fawn.

A few more minutes passed, and the mother sika deer seemed to have come to terms with reality. She stood there blankly for a while, looked at her dead child, and then looked up at the sky, seemingly lost in thought.

Finally, it left with heavy steps, looking back every few steps.

It still clings to a sliver of hope that doesn't even exist.

Once the mother deer had completely disappeared behind a few trees, she slowly emerged from the bushes, licked her front paws, washed her face, and then called you all over for a meal.

You know that with the mother's strength, catching that mother sika deer who is still immersed in the pain of losing her cub is absolutely no problem, but the mother's only goal this time is this fawn.

You all enjoyed a wonderful live lesson and a delicious meal, so naturally you're all in high spirits.

The pleasure of carnivores is built upon the suffering of herbivores; for monsters, the happiness of the strong is built upon the misfortune of the weak.