04

I was unable to watch this circus, so I covered my eyes with my paw with a slight feeling of shame. Our fatty lived up to his first impression; I'd never seen such a leering cat before.

The redhead, taking advantage of the fact that her opponent was stunned, let go of his tail and began a series of uninterrupted blows with her paws on his furry head.

But a leering man, it wouldn't be a leering man if that made him give up. Recovering from the initial shocks, he decided to pounce on it. Brown's train of thought was clear and simple: Mass is strength! Strength is victory!

And that would have been the end of it, if a white shadow had not rushed to the mess with a hawk. A white kitten with a predatory grin jumped on the struggling couple. He did not choose a side for a long time and in a moment he clung to one of the fluffy barrels of his more massive brother, thus preventing his brother to run over Red.

And then there was a natural fight without rules, in which Red, Brown and White participated. They quickly wove themselves into a tangle of bodies and began to fight, sometimes hissing in pain. From time to time one of them would fly out of the tangle, but after a few seconds of coming to their senses, they would be back where they had come from.

It was interesting and informative to watch the natural gladiatorial fights that my kin had organized. It is not without reason that masters of both ancient and relatively new martial arts agreed that nothing reveals the character and thinking style of a reasonable person better than a rough and direct fight with him. I think this also applies to us to the fullest extent.

From what I've seen, I can roughly determine the character of my kin.

Red is a sly and playful ass, not shy to attack in the back, even the "savior" White, who saved her from imminent defeat. Skillfully compensates for her lesser strength and mass with agility and savvy. Personality type - fox.

Brown is a real leaper, both in appearance and in character. He is strong, brave, shallow, but clumsy and impulsive, and most importantly self-confident. The personality type is definitely a bear.

The white one seems to be the most troubled of my new relatives. Some kind of reckless, brave and restless cat, ready for anything except hunger strike. Personality type is ambiguous - chaotic, anarchist.

But I also saw a few oddities, of course omitting the already known ones with our birth, our location, and everything. In short, we seem to be really some kind of modified animals. The strength, agility, resilience and intelligence shown by the kittens are incomparable even with the adult cats of my past.

What to say, if once White was sent in flight and he laid two eggs with his carcass, smashing them into pieces, and a second later, the white kitten, as if nothing happened, carried back?

And while I was digesting the information, and Grey was watching the whole show with curiosity, we missed one small but very important detail - where is the sixth member of our family?

Only this small detail did not forget about us.

Sandy, demonstrating not too much calmness and unprecedented calculation, returned to her egg and climbed up on it, using it as an elevation. She watched us with her deceptively sleepy gaze.

She, like me, did not rush to interfere, but merely studied us quietly. Until we noticed her. It was mostly me who noticed her, but after following my gaze, the youngest also noticed her.

Realizing she had been spotted, Sandy decided to take action. She gently jumped down from her "tower" and jumped on another egg, which was closer to us. Although she didn't fully understand what gravity was, she quickly realized that the attack from a higher place would be stronger. I was once again distracted by the tangle of the three fighting as she pounced on me.

Bam.

Feeling something slam into me from my blind spot, I rolled in the direction of the impact, unable to resist. But the bite on my side that followed didn't feel good. I didn't like it. The young kitty's teeth hadn't done any serious damage to me, but it sure as hell hurt!

That's it, it's time to explain party policy to these boogers!

- Clang! - No attempts to defend or strike like Red did with soft paw pads, just a merciless attack!

I can't help it, that's my nature. In normal times, I'm like a cat - a pacifist and quiet, but as soon as someone offends me or makes me angry, I immediately turn into a natural disaster! Comprehensive and merciless! Sandy felt this quickly. Covering my eyes, thus protecting them and ignoring the pain, I jumped into her with all available and unintended limbs.

Sandy, sensing my attitude, quickly changed tactics and tried to break free. She wanted to retreat, but who would let her. Tangled up with her in a ball, like our kin, under the gaze of a panicked Gray, we began to fight. I smoothly and mercilessly began to overwhelm Sandy, reducing the number of maneuvers available to her and hitting the same spots. This continued until the exhausted kitty was pressed to the floor, and I hissed angrily and brought my mouth close to her panic-stricken pupils, letting her know that she was either giving up or we were going on.

But she didn't give up, which made me respect her. With a little more pressure on her, I decided to give her a few preventative and enforced slaps. It was a little uncomfortable, but I still grabbed her head and started pounding her adventurous face into the floor.

I beat and beat until she finally gave up, but as it happened, we moved in close to the other brawlers, and in my righteous anger, I went to deal with them as well.

The first one I got out of the tangle was Red. I pressed her to the ground until she humbled herself and surrendered to my pressure, letting me know that she had lost. But I know that fox! I can't be fooled that easily. So, I dug my claws into the back of her scruff and brought my eyes closer to hers, hinting at no nonsense. Apparently I was convincing enough that she swallowed the lump, swallowing nervously and averting her eyes from me. Realizing that the same trick with me as with Brown wouldn't work, she eventually quieted down, finally acknowledging my victory.

White and Brown managed to calm down much faster than Red, they had already lost all their strength, having spent it on fighting with each other and had no chance to resist me.

And so, having dealt with all the troublemakers, I stood before them. Looking down at the four huddled kittys on the ground and cautiously watching me, with a fifth at my side, I could see that they had finally realized that it was wrong to argue with an older brother, and also painful!

I was about to turn my back on them when suddenly the already surrendered and admitting defeat cats staggered even more and began to creep back quietly, glaring at me.

"Strange, what is it with them? Have they realized my greatness to the fullest?" - I muttered mentally, but inwardly amused by their behavior. - "No, they're not looking at me! But at something behind me..."

Parallel to realizing the reason for their strange behavior, I slowly turned my head to come across a woolly wall in front of me, no, it's not a wall...

Raising my gaze upwards, I saw two huge eyes looking directly at me with curiosity.