The cat that rolled out of the bushes was somewhat larger than Zheng Tan, with grayish-black fur, short in length. Upon closer inspection, you could see some black spotted patterns within.
At the moment, after rolling out, the cat looked around cautiously, probably sensing the many strange scents and sounds around it. When its gaze fell on Zheng Tan and the others, it hesitated, twitched its ears, and then relaxed its vigilance a little. However, in the next instant, it seemed to hear some noise and sprang up high; at the next moment, a yellow and white figure pounced out of the bushes.
The two cats, with their ears pressed back and backs arched, stood their ground with fur bristling, giving each other a "I'll scratch you to death" glare, while making the warning and combatting growls.
Zheng Tan looked at the clear sky; the weather was gradually warming, and the season of spring blossoms was fast approaching. The wars of the males in Nature had begun again.
