After months, the two cats arrived at the lair of the final sea serpent.

Citrine ran in, ready to kill it. MottlePaw stayed back, letting Citrine do their own thing. 

With adrenaline coursing through Citrine's veins, they found the sea serpent. It let out a mighty roar. Citrine ran at it, getting flung in the process. 

Without a moments notice, MottlePaw ran in and made a few swift movements, running to the back of the serpent, then climbing up, her diamond tipped claws were visibly digging into the scales of the monster.

Citrine took this moment and ran up to it, jumping on the beast's face and gouging out its eyes. The blood splattered everywhere, but there wasn't much on either of the cats. The serpent shook MottlePaw off, and tried shaking Citrine off, but it was no use.

Citrine kept their claws in the serpent's eyes, then allowed MottlePaw to kill it. "Good." Citrine commented. MottlePaw hissed, and the two left the cave, leaving the corpse. 

Citrine jumped up onto the boat, and headed to the 'navigation room', or so it was called. They looked at the map and decided that the Southern Siren would be the best option for eradicating the final sirens.

"Pate to the Southern Siren. 'Tis gonna to be better for us." They told MottlePaw. MottlePaw seemed strangely compliant and did as she was told.

It was nice for a change, especially since they were getting closer to when Citrine would deal with MottlePaw. A simple curse was what Citrine was choosing.

They both remained silent. It was too silent. With that, Citrine walked into the 'Great Cabin', and laid down in their nest.

It was comfortable, more comfortable than the other nests. Citrine got back up, and looked in the drawers, pulling out some diamond tipped claws. They grinned, and removed their silver tips, applying the diamond ones.

Then, Citrine flexed their claws. They felt powerful. Citrine laid back down in the nest and started messing around with the tips. Perhaps they'd be useful, or perhaps, MottlePaw would try to use them against them!

Citrine disliked the idea, so they took the other tips, and hid them, then walked out of the cabin. "MottlePaw. Grant me thy diamond tipped claws." Citrine demanded. "No!" MottlePaw hissed. Citrine growled, and lunged at MottlePaw, tackling her.

MottlePaw tried to scratch Citrine, but Citrine dodged, and looked at the tips. They were duller, so MottlePaw wouldn't be able to kill them. Citrine sighed, and got off MottlePaw, heading back into the Great Cabin, letting MottlePaw steer the ship once more.

Citrine put the silver tipped claws into the drawer, and laid down into the nest, picking at some fish, which lie in a nearby pile. It wasn't the greatest fish ever, but it was good enough for Citrine. 

They picked out the bones, and when they finished, they put the bones into a pile of other fish bones that rested in a sack, then Citrine took that sack out, and dumped the contents out into the ocean. A threat to the other fish.