Tantomile and Coricopat, with some twists.
Disclaimer: I really don't own much of anything, certainly not this.
Tantomile leaped over a pile of Evelasting-Cat-knows-what to find the mouse. It was not an ordinary mouse, this she knew, she would not be diving through the collections of trash littering the junkyard, otherwise. She concentrated fully on the snow white creature and it lit up like a candle in her mind. Tantomile didn't even need to sniff it out; its form shone in her head, leading up and around bits of trash she had never before seen in her life. Though some were quite perilously and unexpectedly placed in the cat's path, her paws never failed her on her mad dash. Occasionally she caught sight of the tribes' faces en route to her mouse. They escaped her rampage, not pretending to understand her agenda.
'Why haven't they told me about this interesting corner of junkyard? I don't like being the last cat to know.', Tantomile thought absently, then turned on her back paw to leap directly up onto a narrow ledge. The motion extended her form gracefully, which then regrouped to brace for the impact of landing. Her whiskers swished back in the air and when her paws touched down, they sprung back to their original position to brush the calm face of the mouse. Tantomile hung in time, one paw raised to trap her prey.
In this space in time, Tantomile's mind's eye opened to see the mouse clearly. Its tiny white body raised itself on its hind paws to look fearlessly into the face of death. Her mind's eye saw only the brave creature's single thought, "I see you now, I will again." Tantomile's paw descended, and she crushed her guide's form beneath it. She licked the blood from her paw, while its scent and mental glow overwhelmed her. The pure mystical blood charged through her, regenerating the cat with the essence of a smaller being greater then she.
Tantomile awoke from her dream, as she had many times before. Calmly, she savoured the faintly lingering taste, wishing it would never leave her rough tongue. But it already had, though it left its great magic behind, ready for use. She opened one eye to the morning, then the other, and finally her third, slowly and gingerly, as the colours and thoughts that invaded her adept mind were always a shock.
The life of the mouse gave her the very quality that made her own so unique. She was special, and there was no one like her.
Obviously, Tantomile's going to get a bit of a shock, but only if you give me lots of reviews! Oh, and I'll try to make the chapters longer.