Although she was managing to hold onto the frantic tentacle well enough for the moment, Nepeta knew that she wouldn't be able to manage it forever. Expending her energy on a single tendril isn't practical and so her eyes began to rove around, searching for some way to move this fight onto another piece of the shadow that would do some real damage. As she's jerked upwards once more an idea strikes her; hopefully it was a good one.

As the tentacle hit the zenith of its upward arc Nepeta pulled the claw anchoring her to the appendage out, hurling her upwards several feet more before she began to fall at a startling pace. She shifted her body as the wind rushed past her face, moving herself so that she was aimed for the shadow's head. Time to force a little more action.