The black cat stretched out his sleek and slim body, relishing the way in which his bones creaked and cracked in exactly the right way. He stared at his reflection in the window beside the ledge on which he was perched.
He preened himself, ensuring that his black fur was perfectly layered, clean and uniform before he turned to stare into his reflected big, beautiful, yellow eyes that were perfect for anyone to gaze into adoringly.
He looked purrfect.
And just in time.
He tore his gaze away from his beautiful self and relaxed into a serene pose as he draped himself across the window ledge, clearly displaying his prowess and strength whilst giving off an uncaring attitude that he was so relaxed no one would dare fight him.
And just as he had assumed his perfect position was when she prowled through.
Every day at eight o'clock sharp, she would meander her way through, acting as if she owned the street. She had taken his breath away, leaving him all but nearly toppling right off his ledge as he had turned to gaze at the unadulterated hiss off aura she excluded.
She was such a fur-middable opponent. All the alley cats knew to stay well away from her in fear of her sharp claws and bitter hiss.
But he didn't fear her; no, if anything, it only drew him in more.
The lovely silken fur he could all but feel on the pads of his paws, so soft. Her perfect tabby body, marked by stripes running down her body as if a river had chosen to make its path from the darkest brown, almost black, which contrasted so beautifully with a light-grey base colour, a geographical wonder painted on her body. If he didn't know any better, he would have assumed that the colour had been created just for her.
Her eyes, such a beautiful green, as if an enchanted forest resided within them, framed so beautifully by the circular markings, showing them off to the universe as everyone was drawn in by the circular pattern around them that flowed sideways and wrapped around her perfect skull and elongated her mysterious eyes.
And her whiskers, so long and taut, bristled at every small breeze, taking in each and every minor detail so nothing could bypass her. She was so alluring in her mysterious, aloof ways that he couldn't help but be drawn to her.
He wanted to get up close, flirt with danger as she acted all disarming whilst her claws were ready to strike at a moment's notice. It was a risk that he was willing to take for just a small moment in her presence.
He craved to be near her, and every moment she was gone was spent thinking about what he could do to sway her attention to him for even a passing glance.
He yearned for anything she would give him.
He watched from his position, still perched on the window ledge, basking in the early morning sun as he knew what was to come.
An hour passed as he gazed at her adoringly, longingly, as he knew the time had come.
It was nine o'clock. It was always nine o'clock when she sadly departed. For he knew that his love for her was strong, yet it was to be a forbidden romance. Always at the same time, he would watch her sashay over to a dark corner where he could only just see her perfect form, and then in her place, she would twist and shift into one of the two legs that shared their houses and gave them food.
Even as a two-legged, she was still prim and proper from his understanding, but he mourned for the dark secret he knew she kept. Dishonour, on the curse that twisted her beautiful self into a mockery of two legs. The curse that forced her to traipse the day around in such an unnatural form.
So his poor heart cried out for her everyday as he bided his time and watched.
One day he would meander over and pray that she didn't side-swipe him immediately.
One day he would find the cure to her mysterious ailment that cursed her days.
One day they would finally be together.
THC/The Houses Competition.
Round 7 - Drabble
House - Ravenclaw
Class - Potions
Prompt(s) chosen -
(Animal) Black cat
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