You are a cat demon

As the days passed, autumn arrived, and the weather gradually became cooler.

The jungle begins to unfold its beauty of decay, the green representing life fading first from the higher altitudes, like a spilled paint vat, instantly painting the entire landscape in vibrant hues, a symphony of colors echoing through the mountains and valleys. Shennongjia has an average altitude of 1700 meters, with most peaks exceeding 1500 meters. This elevation difference allows this natural masquerade to gradually spread from the mountaintops to the valleys. Knowing the sun's bounty is dwindling, the leaves begin their poignant farewell.

The kitten demons are growing up day by day. At six months old, you are already half the size of adult cat demons, especially the strongest one, whose body is covered in bulging muscles. You are the second largest after the eldest, and at first glance, you might think you are the second oldest in this litter. In fact, the second oldest is female, and female cat demons are generally smaller than males.

You are growing and developing, with big appetites and eating a lot. The prey your mother catches is no longer enough to satisfy you, so you begin to learn hunting skills from your mother.

It's just the beginning of autumn, and after several heavy rains, the temperature has dropped considerably. Food is currently plentiful, and there's enough for you to master full hunting skills. At the very least, you should be able to catch a prey yourself before the first snowfall of the year.

You followed your mother along a tree-lined path worn smooth by the footsteps of various wild animals, the fallen leaves crunching under your feet.

Just then, a gray-black toad jumped out from among the colorful fallen leaves, immediately attracting your attention.

You reacted quickly, catching it with a paw. Just as you were about to get a good look at it, the eldest brother shoved you aside. The toad tried to escape, but the eldest brother shoved it back. Naturally, you were unhappy that your toy had been taken away and tried to rush up to grab it back, but the strong eldest brother slammed you to the ground. You were stunned. The second and fourth brothers, who were nearby, also came over to join in the fun.

Finally, the mother called out impatiently twice, and only then did you release the toad and continue on your way.

You were still wondering to yourself, how come the eldest was born just a few minutes earlier than you, yet their strength was so vastly different? You just couldn't accept it. You secretly vowed that from now on, in addition to eating, sleeping, and staring blankly at the sky, you would add a few more things to your daily routine: exercising your body and sharpening your teeth and claws with granite.

Speaking of claws and teeth, as you grow older, your teeth gradually turn a cold white that reflects a sharp light, and your claws become sharp enough to easily tear the flesh of small animals. Before, shortly after you were weaned, your mother would personally tear the prey into pieces and feed it to you. During this time, however, your mother would only give you the prey whole, letting you fight over it yourselves. Of course, back then, your foolish older brother always grabbed the most, and as one of only two males, stronger than your two sisters, you naturally managed to get plenty of food.

Going back to the matter of hunting, you've never seen live prey. Every time your mother brings back meat, it's dead and already processed. You only know that your mother will bring back a certain kind of meat at a certain time, but you have no idea how the meat came about or how much time your mother spent searching for and capturing prey.

From another perspective, it's not a big deal to say that today your mother wants to bring you here to experience the difficulties of supporting a family or to witness the harshness of "society".

You have to eat one bite at a time, and you have to go step by step.

Your mother certainly won't make things difficult for you at the beginning. Instead, she'll start with the simplest things. First, she'll demonstrate for you little kids who don't even know the word "hunting."

The blood of a pure cat demon flows in your veins. Even though you have never personally slaughtered a single life, you are still filled with anticipation for those bloody scenes.