When cat meets mouse

Emyri bared her fangs and hunched down, ready to pounce at any notice. This man will not end her life today! Eyes scanning around them, she was left caged into this metal shed with nothing but a bunch of old farming equipment, like shovels and rusted rakes. Was she trapped in a metal closet by the looks of it?

No way out other than that door, and I don't have time to waste digging my own exit. Darn, I'm trapped, but I won't go down easy.

The hunter clumsily gripped his sword, quickly extending it and pointing the tip at her with both hands held firm. Judging by the twitch in his eye, she could tell he was a little nervous too. Good, nervous prey makes for an easy lay... wait no that's not the right phrase. Bah, I can't remember but it doesn't matter, his weakness should play to my advantage. Only on question though...

Why is he staring at my chest?

You see, Nekomatas are humble and honest creatures, mostly living alongside the dominant species in domestic territories while playing the role of a house cat, the perfect disguise. However, Emyri's tribe would he more affiliated with an Ocelot, a wild cat that can adapt to the wilderness and find comfort in the dirt, away from the cozy confines of a home or hut or hole.

With that being said, it shouldn't be of no surprise that these nature loving cats do not recognize what it means to be self-conscious when it comes to outward appearances. How do we say, they have a different form of social attire compared to other societies, in fact they have a complete lack of attire at that. Even the Amazonians, the remainder of an ancient civilization of a separate race of females who still survive have some sort of clothing on them. It may consist of nothing but small rags to cover up their crotch area but it was something more than... this.

To put it bluntly, the hunter was having trouble concentrating on the threat before him, while his eyes continuously diverted to glancing at those luscious firm breasts of hers with jiggled so deliciously well with each movement she made. Damn, being a hunter is going to be a hard feat, pun not intended. Shake your head, you need to stay focused! Use your sword well, with proper techniques it makes for a silent offense, or an agile defense. Just as long as your short sword doesn't interfere, that is.

Emyri glanced up at his confliction, sensing something was troubling his focus. What is this guy's problem, first day on the job? Her face quickly returned to one of angry and aggression, before dashing to his left and kicking off the wall to direct her attack at his side. The hunter opened his eyes, finding her claws struggling against the sharpe edge of his blade as he held her off in time. He sighed in relief and shook her off, causing her to roll back on her feet.

"Damn it, I don't need this! You're not taking me down like this!" She hissed.

The hunter leaned back, brushing the sweat off his brow. "Good luck escaping, the only way out is behind me."

She became a blur in his eyes, causing panic to course through him as he directed his blade to the cement floor. Of course it could not pierce hard rock, but something crashed with force directed to his right leg. He breathed, scanning his leg to find no wounds or injury when the tinkering of a knob sounded behind him.

Emyri was fidgeting with the door knob, her paws slipping and unable to catch a good grip.

"C'mon, stupid... little..." Her tails wrapped around the cold surface but were unable to grip the sphere well, thus failing to open her escape once more. "Damn it, all this fur!"

She heard him chuckling to himself, slowly rising in volume before his laughter became loud and clear to her sensitive ears. That stupid snort was irritating her, she pressed her back against the cold door, facing the young man with nervous tingles going through her veins.

"Well that settles it, why don't you just calm down and be a good kitty instead?"

That... infuriated her.

"Not like you can escape, you can't even open a door so-hey!"

He flinched and fell to his side, having narrowly dodged a swipe from the cat girl. Rolling out of the way helped him escape two more following swipes, before meeting the fourth strike with his blade making sparks fly out.

"There is more than one way to open a door!" She shouted, jumping back as he stood on his feet before slipping between his legs. With incredible speed, she launched herself to the back wall before kicking with both feet, reversing her momentum to crash into the hunter from behind.

The door crashed open as both monster and hunter were sent rolling onto the snow at daybreak. Several villagers gasped as the Nekomata wiped the snow from her face before her eyes settled to the familiar woods, running to her freedom. Someone gasped as suddenly a chain wrapped around her left ankle, pulling her back and digging her face into the snow.

The hunter had the chain wrapped around his forearm, keeping a good grip on it so as not to lose her. Rising to his feet, he ran over to her with the chain rolled up in his hand, before she spun around and slapped him with a paw full of snow. Smirking, she felt him tug at her ankle again, which she took advantage to transform into her cat form, loosening away from it. She leaned back on her hind legs to sprint away when he jumped over her and hugged her tight.

"Gotcha!" He smiled in victory when she transformed once more with him on top. His eyes grew wide as this ebony colored beauty began to pout, staring at him with eyes begging for pity and mercy.

"I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry. I didn't mean to be a bad kitty, I was just hungry, fuuu!"

He felf himself blush, loosening his grip on her wrists. She smiled and kicked him between the legs, slipping away as he grunted and rolled over.

"That was easy, you know you should really keep your short sword in check next time. See ya, cutie." She winked, before sprinting on all fours out of there. The hunter had glanced up in time to catch her climb one of the trees before loosing sight of her.

The villagers gathered around him, shouting names and mocking his status as hunter. He felt himself blush from outside, somehow not out of embarrassment or shame however. That cheeky woman, she was smarter than she looks. The voices around him were mute to his ears, he simply retrieved his weapons and patted his cloak down.

"I will retrieve her, don't worry." Those were his words before he whistled for his horse and rode after her. The chase begins.