Wolfram yowled in triumph, shooting after the she-cat. He closed on her tail, and leapt, slamming her to the ground. "Give it here, Ma–" He stopped. Underneath him was not a long haired calico Maine Coon, but a young, sleek, short furred gray, orange and white kitten, a blue-gray butterfly clamped between her jaws. "Meep! Let go!" She squealed, squirming.
"Sorry! I'm sorry. We are looking for a cat, Maine Coon, calico, mangled face, and she has something in her mouth. It's white, something a Nofur would use. Have you seen her?" He meowed, releasing the squirming kitten.
"Sorry, Neko. I've been by this wall all day, and there has been no one but you. Gotta run!" She snatched her butterfly, and ran,
Wolfram snarled, pelting by to the wall. He shifted instantly, and leaned against the wall, panting heavily. "Jessi! It's a trap! That wasn't Mapleshade, it's just a kitten. Mapleshade isn't over here, she's on the otherside, and by now she's gone!"