A she-cat ran through the trees, her silver pelt gleaming. the blue sky glistened with puffy clouds and the golden meadow rippled in the wind. THat cat's paws did not touch the ground as she ran. it was like she was flying.
Birds chased her but could not catch up. Clouds drifted but couldn't speed in front of her. Time slowed down itself to follow her.
she liked it. It made her feel free, alive, powerful. she liked running toward a brighter horizon by herself, because she could be herself, and no one would ever judge her.