Bell watched Oraia curiously. What a peculiar cat... she thought. But, Bell herself was one, too. Her bloodlust made her odd. Her resistance to it made her odd, too. The mention of her bloodlust brought back the thought she had debated her way over here. If she didn't kill soon, she would implode. She had to kill, but now would not be a good time, would it?

Her episodes arrived sooner and lasted longer. Her resistance was depleting. She had to kill. No one will see you kill her. She won't see it coming. Kill her now! No... Yes. You must. Imagine how nice her blood would taste dripping down your throat. ...no... Do it now! She can't see you and you're downwind. Do it now, Bell!

She didn't have a moment to argue. She pounced was heading straight for Oraia, her claws unsheathed and her fangs bared. She was snarling like a dog, yet hissing like a cat. Bell hadn't a moment to think before she collided with the she-cat.

Bell stopped quickly and turned around as a distinct scent swam to her nose. She jerked her head to the shadows where a white pelt stood out. Sakurai! Her name came quickly to mind--just as quick as Bell started towards her. She was at full speed and once a couple feet away from the other she-cat, Bell pounced, like she had with Oraia. Claws unsheathed, teeth bared, her snarling, yowling, and hissing fiercely. In one single moment, they were going to collide. Bell wouldn't have a moment to flick her.