You are a cat demon

The cat demon is a beast, and the golden eagle is a bird. Under normal circumstances, the two would keep to themselves and live together peacefully.

Except for times like now.

The golden eagle grew bolder and bolder, flying lower and lower. On one occasion, its claws almost grazed its mother's ear, and the resulting gusts of air ruffled her fur.

Faced with such provocation, the mother flew into a rage, her roar growing increasingly violent. In the cat demon's language, the insults were as vile as could be, though the golden eagle couldn't understand them.

You and the other three little cat demons nervously hid under your mother's belly. Although you were trembling with fear out of instinct and wished you could leave this place immediately, you also knew that the only way to survive was to stay under your mother's protection. So no matter how fiercely the golden eagle swooped down, no matter how loudly its claws clenched, you did not move.

But there is a serious problem in front of you. You are already three or four months old and quite big. Even if each of the little kittens takes a deep breath and squeezes together, the mother's body still cannot completely cover you. Either your head is squeezed out or her paws are exposed. The more you squeeze, the more chaotic it becomes.

The golden eagle seemed to see a glimmer of hope, so it let out a loud cry, as if to bolster its courage, and then folded its wings and swooped down from beside its mother.

It either overestimated itself, or underestimated your cat demon clan.

The mother's pupils remained fixed on the golden eagle the entire time. No matter whether the eagle flapped its wings or twitched its tail feathers, the mother could guess what it would do next and take countermeasures in advance.

The young golden eagle never expected its mother to charge straight at it like a madwoman, seemingly intent on taking it down with her. The good fear the evil, the evil fears the ruthless, and the ruthless fear the reckless. This terrified the golden eagle. It was only after a meal; it didn't want to risk its life. In a panic, it flapped its wings and tried to change direction, but it was too late.

The mother and it collided.

The reason why the cat demon could live peacefully with large carnivorous birds of prey like golden eagles most of the time was because golden eagles have wings and can fly. Once they came to the ground, their huge wings would become a burden, and then it would be hard to say who would eat whom.

After falling to the ground, the mother quickly rolled on the spot, placed her front paws on the back of the golden eagle, which was still stunned and hadn't reacted yet, and opened her mouth to bite its neck.

Perhaps it was the golden eagle's time to die; the mother lost her footing and slipped off its back. Before she could pounce again, the golden eagle spread its wings and spread the downy feathers on its neck, like a fighting rooster, squawking as it slowly retreated. The golden eagle wasn't a chicken with virtually no ability to fight back; the mother was wary of its sharp, pointed beak. Taking advantage of the mother's hesitation, the golden eagle swiftly pushed off the ground and soared into the sky.

More than a dozen brownish-red feathers remained on the ground. The golden eagle flew away without looking back, soon becoming only a smaller and smaller black dot in the sky. This place left a deep shadow on it; it would likely not dare to approach this place again for a long time to come, nor would it dare to easily provoke the cat demon again.

This time, the mother won a great victory.

You all cheered around your mother. The eldest brother even picked up a tattered feather from the ground and waved it like a flag. So you all followed suit, picking up feathers like the eldest brother, just like a triumphant army.

Mother kept her eyes fixed on the black dot in the sky until it completely disappeared, only then did she relax. Then she let out a long sigh, bent down, and kissed each of your foreheads, her eyes filled with love. You also noticed a cut on her brow.

At this moment, your family of five is immersed in the joy of surviving a disaster.