The night is bordering on silent as it slips into the early hours of the morning in which creatures begin stirring, but the drizzle of birdsong and small claws skittering around within the forest have not yet begun. Some of the only noise is the deep breathing of a sleek figure, curled up in a ball beneath the outspread branches of an old, mossy oak. Its white paws twitch in its sleep, as if it dreams it is once more running, leaping, and twisting in the adrenaline of its hunt, but soon it wakes. It wakes and looks around it with somber blue eyes at the sky, flecked occasionally by the fading stars.
The feline shivers as it stretches out its back and water sinks into its white fur. It steps out into the whitewashed world that is not bathed in the shadows that it was previously slumbering in so peacefully.
The cat glances skyward, and as its eyes scan the constellations, the planets, and the full moon, it begins to recollect the memories that embedded themselves there: forever looming over its head.COMING SOON.
