She's quiet, silent, deadly- everything she knows she will be. She's in the forest, because she has no idea what a city block looks like. Grey, she supposes, but the forest is anything but. The leaves above her head are green, the ones beneath her paws a crisp gold.
Morningkit is following someone. Following them without a sound, and it's not because she's lost. This cat ahead of her, they've got a sleek black pelt, but she hasn't yet seen its eyes.
The path winds and winds for a while, and she's noiseless. When the trail ends, they're on a cliff. The black cat turns to face her, but she's not surprised; she's resigned, and perhaps a little bit afraid. Because Morningkit is already everything she will become, and she knows she's supposed to kill the thing in front of her.
But she's cheated of the chance. The black cat turns, steps from the edge of the cliff into nothing. She falls without a sound, and Morningkit wakes in the noise of the nursery.