From Release The Cats of War — a modern urban fantasy thriller

The points of his nails were as sharp as razors, the slender edges not yet dulled by the constant click and wear against the concrete. He could retract them on one paw, one only, and that took great concentration and practice, which he did.

But the other three were constantly out, tick tacking on the ground or floor as he padded about in a constant prowl.

Like many other felines that descended from his once great line, his eyes were inscrutable. They studied everything with an air of casual indifference, as only the eyes of an apex predator could.

Half bored, lids lowered so that only a fraction of the iris could be seen. The only time his eyes grew wide was in the hunt, and even then only on the approach to a kill.

For there had been many kills before he ended stuck in a tar pit in what would become a swampland on the efflux of the Mississippi River in North America.

He had fallen into a tar pit to make a kill, a deer like creature stuck in the same substance that he found himself trapped in.

He had thought it would be an easy meal, since the deer refused to run away, and so leaped with a casual grace and flicker of muscle to land on top of the deer and break it’s neck.