The Tiger warrior responsible for catching the little black cat had smelled the special scent of rice here from far away. Afterwards, he didn't need to look for signs of his clansmen anymore but walked straight in the direction of the fragrance.
The black cat's small body was very agile, making it difficult to chase. He ran until his stomach rumbled with hunger. Not caring about anything else, he glared at the little black cat and hurriedly ran into the dining hall to eat.
The little black cat was still terrified, its fur standing on end. The sharp claws hidden in its paw pads uncontrollably extended, gripping tightly onto the middle-aged Cat person's clothes, refusing to come down.
Seeing it like this, Eric figured it probably didn't want to enter the dining hall. Cats are very vigilant. Encountering such a thing, having a stress reaction was normal.
