Once upon a time Soren015 went to a boarding school, where he shared a room with a young man of exceptionally venomous temper.
While it rarely surfaced, my roommate's temper was terrible to behold. I saw him send men twice his size crashing to the floorboards, and I very narrowly avoided getting my own head kicked in, once. But the person he would fight with most of all was his older sister.
They would scream and punch and wreck each others stuff, and be generally unpleasant, when the mood hit them. It was crazy, and a little awesome.
So one time, at a party I notice a big scar just above this older-sisters hairline, and a smaller one, near her right eye.
“How the hell did you get those? I never noticed before.”
“Eh, back when Mitch was twelve, he threw a stray cat at my face. Took 14 stitches in all”
Maybe not a kill... But proof that cats aren’t just dangerous in hand-to-paw combat. They make excellent thrown weapons.
I can haz fresh human blood?