Hunting means everything to predators,the taste of the Peru's warm blood in their teeth. The flesh slowly ripped from their decaying bodies. The thrill of knowing that prey was killed by their single hands. That feeling is what makes Pamiri proud to be a hunter.

Whenever she went in the woods,she would be cover in scratches,cuts,and bruises. Her fur would get extremely messy and torn in several areas.

"Hunting again,Pamiri?" Mr. Ren often had to tend to her injuries,though he would never stop her.

To her hunting was a means of justice,survival,and as well as growing up. The kitten who he took in a few years ago was becoming a strong cat.

Soon the cat caught her first prey, a small sparrow. She managed to tear off the bird's right wing,then badly damaged the other. Then she slashed her claws into the tiny creature chest.

"You caught your supper,my Primal Hunter" He smiled, proud of his friend,one that was more like a daughter to her.

More hunts soon granted her the name of "Primal Hunter" ,the kitten had grown into a fine huntress.

Her experience expanded greatly with each prey that cross her path. Her eyes became a golden warning. All the animals in the woods feared her,even the bears. Size did not matter as long her fangs tasted the sweet flesh she craved.

Unfortunately,one night when she was hunting down a speedster of a rabbit,her ears twitched at the sound of male voice.

"Give us all your money,you old geezer!" She could smell two strangers, one a male with a wooden bat,the other unknown.

Grrr!!

Her paws took her to the house as quickly as they could. She would not allow anyone to hurt him,nobody would hurt him!!