The sounds of battle awoke him from a deep slumber. He knew the sounds of battle well, the muted 'thump' of flesh on flesh, the 'whoosh' of flailing limbs, and the shrieks of the dead or dying. This was not to say he actively sought battle, rather he always seemed dragged into whatever conflicts his irresponsible master stumble upon. He'd be content just to lay out in the sun all day...
Cracking an eye open, he saw the tall redhead, Teela he thought her name was, flying backward out the door. Something felt wrong about the person jumping around on the bed, too. They didn't smell right. In fact, they smelled downright feminine. Had his master taken a mate? About time! By his master's age a tiger was already supposed to have sired three children. Humans were so strange.
"Ha! That'll teach ya fer tryin' ta sneak up on me!" The stranger's voice was higher but visually she looked a lot like Teela. "Nobody gets the better of Ranma Saotome!"
Cringer decided it was time to announce his presence to the strange human. Yawning, the great green and yellow striped tiger 'meow'ed loudly.
Ranma, unheedful of her surroundings, jerked at the sound. That couldn't have been what she thought it'd been...could it? Sweat began pouring from her hairline as memories of the pit flooded her mind like raw sewage. Cats? There were cats here? In her tent? In the middle of the wilderness? How'd they get in? She was certain she'd zipped the tent tight before going to sleep...could Pops have opened it to pee and forgot to zip it back? But that would mean, would mean-
That there was a technicolor tiger stretching right beside her. As Cringer leaned back his great claws came out from their sheaths and pushed into but did not tear the silk sheets stretched across the bed. Ranma could practically feel the curved razors paring through her flesh - cleaving soft fat and muscle from gleaming white bone.
"C-c-c-c-c-ca-ca-c-ca-CCAAAAAAAATTTTTTTT!!!!!!"
The scream was enough to make Cringer jump and he too let out a loud yowl in response.
"Huh...? Whazzat? Cringer?" Prince Adam's arm reached up from the floor. "What's going on?" He sat up groggily, scratching a hand through his short blond bangs.
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