Through the shadowy mists of dawn, a figure slinks through the night. Muscles slide under a beautifully spotted pelt; quick, powerful paws silently move her ever closer to her prey. Her long, thick ringed tail curls in excitement, dagger-sharp claws flex in their sheaths. It is close, she can almost taste the blood on her teeth, hear the hunger in her kitten's cries. She closes in, her prey turns with a yelp.
Only to see out from the shadow step the face of death itself.