Kitty Takes a Holiday
Chapter One
She runs for the joy of it, because she can, her strides stretching
to cover a dozen feet every time she leaps. Her mouth is open to
taste the air, which is sharp with cold. The month turns, and the
swelling moon paints the night sky silver, lighting up patches of
snow scattered through-out the woods. Not yet full moon, a rare
moment to be set free before her time, but the other half of her
being has no reason to lock her away. She is alone, but she is free,
and so she runs.
Catching a scent, she swerves from her path, slows to a trot, puts
her nose to the ground. Prey, fresh and warm. Lots of it here in the
wild. The smell burns in the win-ter air. She stalks, drawing breath
with fl aring nostrils, searching for the least flicker of movement.
Her empty stomach clenches, driving her on. The smell makes her
mouth water.
She has grown used to hunting alone. Must be careful, must not take
chances. Her padded feet touch the ground lightly, ready to spring
forward, to dart in one direction or another, making no sound on
the forest floor. The scent-musky, hot fur and scat-grows strong,
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