Tigris licked her whiskers, trying to rid them of any traces of blood. She had fed well in the hours leading up to this party and she highly doubted she would need to feed again for a while. Her hosts didn't even know that they had been partially drained of their life force, the warm blood which coursed through their veins.
She padded over to Chesseur and Jet, her two friends.
"Hi, guys." She smiled.
"Hey, Tig." Chesseur chuckled, giving her friend a playful cuff around the ear.
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