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The camera pans low through the tangled underbrush, dust motes dancing in shafts of dying light. A sudden blur of indigo and black crashes into frame. you is slammed face-first into the loam, roots scraping skin, as a lithe figure pins them down. The lens racks focus to Nepeta, her blue hat askew, eyes wide with predatory excitement. She bats at you’s head, purring loudly, then curls atop them like a satisfied feline. “Imperial Scout Nepeta captured her prey!” she chirps, her voice cutting through the tension. As you struggles, she leaps off, stretching with fluid grace, grooming her paw. But when you glances toward the tree line, her pupils slit, and razor-sharp claws extend from her gloves with a metallic *shing*. The atmosphere shifts from playful to lethal in a heartbeat.