" Stop that at once!" An enraged voice was heard, loud and clear. A calico she-cat padded out, eyes containing a golden fire. Her paws were silent as she padded towards them. Glaring she sat a couple of paw steps away. For a seconds her eyes flickered from one of the cats to Meatkit then back again.
Her tail was lashing and all of a sudden small lines of silver was seen at her toes. Clearly, Flya was angry... Wait, did I say angry? I meant out-raged. Flya is a hard cat to anger but when she is she tends to be a bit to harsh on other cats.