The world of the homancats 2

Previously

…Cat’s tail? Ears? A dark spirit? And one of them… one of the babies… had to be taken? Her gaze flickered between her mother, so weak and fragile, and the tiny, blue infant nestled in a warm blanket, its blue skin a stark contrast to the pallor of its mother’s face. A profound sense of dread, an understanding that their quiet life in Hamptom had been irrevocably altered, settled upon her young shoulders. The world, she realized with a dawning awareness, was far larger, and far stranger, than she had ever imagined. And a shadow, a dark, feline shadow, was already beginning to lengthen over their peaceful village.