Tornadoes

[Querylon]

"Oomph." Boots meowed in reply to Querylon's greeting and curled up on her lap.
"Be careful where you put those paws." Her gaze returned to the jars she had lined up on the kitchen table. The miniature tornadoes captured in the jars, constantly swirling, were almost hypnotic.
"I still do not know how I won. It feels more like a dream than reality." She was stroking the now purring cat.
"What do you think I should think, should I save them? Just using them up in a duel seems wasteful to me."
If Boots had any advise he was keeping it to himself.