The darkness of the moon
Disclaimer: I don't own cats
Grizzebella stalked out, allowing the moonlight to penetrate her tattered fur with it's silver rays. She sighed lightly. It was the night of another Jellicle ball. Another Jellicle ball that she would miss. She was to old, and it had been many years since she had danced. She was a glamour cat, but she didn't dance. It was sad. She was lonely. She needed the ball.
Grizzebella stopped, feeling something convulse with in her, as if an animal were trying to leap out of her very soul. A beast that was not herself, and would not let her be. It was her loneliness. She was not meant to be a pariah. She needed the warm companionship of other cats. If they shunned her so be it. She would go to this Jellicle ball. She would dance with the other cats. She would embrace her name.
Disclaimer: I don't own cats
Grizzebella stalked out, allowing the moonlight to penetrate her tattered fur with it's silver rays. She sighed lightly. It was the night of another Jellicle ball. Another Jellicle ball that she would miss. She was to old, and it had been many years since she had danced. She was a glamour cat, but she didn't dance. It was sad. She was lonely. She needed the ball.
Grizzebella stopped, feeling something convulse with in her, as if an animal were trying to leap out of her very soul. A beast that was not herself, and would not let her be. It was her loneliness. She was not meant to be a pariah. She needed the warm companionship of other cats. If they shunned her so be it. She would go to this Jellicle ball. She would dance with the other cats. She would embrace her name.
