Blake heard his opponent call, but did not heed his command, leaping lightly from tree to tree. The forest was beginning to thin out, but now he could see his opponent. He didn't increase his pace, knowing he would give away his position, and even now he was a blur of tan suit and cape. Now he reached the edge of the forest, and leaped to the rocky wall, ascending to where his opponent waited, his fingers finding purchase on the rough vertical surface.
He reached the top of the wall and performed the Cat's Pounce directly upwards, launching himself as high as he could, then landed on the top of the isle's peak. He leaned forward, the perfect image of the puma, tensed to lunge onto it's prey, and flicked his wrists, the claws sliding out of his gloves. "But Cat and Mouse is my favourite game." Blake grinned. "I am a Puma, after all." He laughed at that, a single gust of air that escaped from his lungs loudly. In his head, the Werepuma guffawed loudly. That'sssss it, Blakey. It hissed in a cat-like tone. That'ssss the kind of attitude we need to sssssee.
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