The Electric Flying Cat curled itself up into a ball, huddling inside the wooden cabin, but the cramped space still didn't provide it with enough safety, its body trembling continuously.
The louder the Violent Cloud Sparrows' voices became, the more violently its body shook.
Even though Run Run Duck was outside repeatedly calling its name, the Electric Flying Cat dared not lift its head or open the wooden door.
It remembered this flock of Violent Cloud Sparrows.
It was a few days ago in the afternoon, when it found some unwanted but delicious fruit in the wild, and just as it was about to enjoy them, this flock of Violent Cloud Sparrows set their eyes on it.
They also fiercely flapped their wings like they did now, making loud, piercing sounds, akin to bees who were enraged after their hive was stolen.
To defend the fruit in its hands, the Electric Flying Cat chose to resist.
As a result, its body bore numerous scars.
