That one has claws. Ghoul yelps all quick and short, legs scrabbling beneath him as he retreats a few inches. The greenery around him doesn't allow him to back off as quickly as he would have liked, but oh well. The pain's pretty well over soon enough. He decides to lie down instead of backing off further, lowering his head as he tries to watch the cat through the leaves. And, of course, he whines at it as if that's going to help him any.

Come on.