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Sloan could smell the dog's dingy coat before it even sat down in front of her. Insult after insult when all she was trying to do was enjoy her fish, but no... Dogs fiend for attention, and since this one had no master it seemed to lash out at others quite often. She inhaled deeply and held it for several seconds in an attempt to calm herself before she did something regrettable to wind up in The Warden's office. Not to mention she absolutely loathed the smell of cigarettes, and didn't understand how any animal could pollute their bodies with it; it literally smelled a hundred times worse with her sensitive nose. Sloan finished her last bite of fish before speaking, one of her rather white canines visible over her lower lip. She was seething inside, one second away from gouging this woman's eyes out. You don't mess with someone's food in prison, but she knew Ericka... Ericka was a low down dirty dog, the bottom of the barrel just like that miserable ogre, who, by the way was just now recovering from her jinx.

Sloan hissed and extended her claws as her can of tuna rolled across the floor. She didn't chase it, that would be too low for someone like her. Leaning across the table towards Ericka, her pearly white canines showed from the slight opening between her lips. "You disgusting little flea bag, howling because someone forgot to put out your food bowl today? It must suck having to wag your tail like a good puppy for these guards so they don't kill you. Pathetic." She grinned at the werewolf before her, her once human eyes shifting into those of a cold predator. Fighting with Ericka was not a concern of hers, the brute did have strength and pretty much every advantage on her, but Sloan was small and agile, with very fast reflexes. Naturally, dogs were much slower than cats...and dumber, so she had no worries.

A woman with long, ice blue hair approached with her second can of tuna, but Sloan kept her eyes glued to the barbarian sitting across from her. Another approached, the succubus known only as a leech to the neko, but this time instead of sucking up, she was bickering with Ericka. Sloan didn't pay either of those two any mind. She extended her arm off to the side to take her fish, which was rightfully hers! It was cat food for crying out loud, but that skank, who was definitely not a cat, had taken her food. Sloan hissed once more just in general, yet directed it at the mutt.

Meowing ravenously, Sloan leaped on top of the table and stood on top of Erika's shoulders, her quick feline eyes scanning the cafeteria for Selwyn. It was no longer than a second before her eyes locked on the succubus, that she was pushing off of Ericka's broad shoulders and landing on Selwyn's table, and scrunching her breakfast underneath her toes. "I'll take this back, you ugly hag!" She hissed at the woman, yanking her can of fresh cat food up. Sloan left no time for response, she was still one of the fastest people in the prison, even with the lid on her abilities. Speed, reflexes, those were all things you couldn't take away from a natural born killer like a cat, and she would love to see any of these creatures top her.

The neko somersaulted backwards and landed two table's back. What Ericka and Selwyn did after she was finished with them was of no concern to her, they could eat each other's fists for all she cared. Sloan stepped back and smoothly landed on the cafeteria seat at the table, grumbling about slags and fleas. Folding her arms, she sat down on the cafeteria bench and began eating her can of tuna. She had taken several sporkful's before noticing her cellmate sitting across the table. Good, someone I can trust not to slit my throat in the night.

"Good morning, Aelotte. Excuse the dog smell, I just had a run in with a pack of wolves. You'd think someone would have tamed them by now." Sloan said with a sigh.

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