Chapter 1: Through Nepeta's eyes
Loud calls of Mocking Birds and Killdeer rang through a nearby window,Chirping Bloody murder in Nepeta's ears. She never really liked that sound. It makes her hungry instead of focusing on her cat nap. Oh well, there's no use to go back to sleep when hunger is clawing you belly. Nepeta streached, unseathed her claws at the moment, and yawned. It was time to eat. She ran from her favorite window, ( She thought this window was great for sunning by the way!) to her cream coloured bowl to find it empty. A growl of dismay rumbbled warmly from her throut. Now what was she to do? Starve to death? She picked herself off the ground and looked for things to do.
The Living room was empty except with Furnoture. Those claws itched at the sight of the couch. Maybe one sra- NO! No matter what, Do not scratch the couch! She looked at the back door. It was slightly cracked... A smirk appeared on Nepeta's face. Purrfect. Her paws gracefully led her to the door, where she slithered out into the world. Free at last! Now, What to do? She looked out to the Bird bath.
A Sparrow,Swallow, and Dove ruffled and fluffed their soft, delicate feathers. Those stupid birds dare ruin your dreams! It took every ounce of self-control to not pounce on those birds.
"Let them be", She thought. "They aren't the culprits."
She saw the grungry,grey fence. With one leap, She flew over the fence with ease. It was no match for her jumping skills. The sweet smell of Pink Teacup Roses drifted into her nostrils while Beautiful Jasimine lightly danced in the air. The flower Garden was the most calming places in this whole house. She stalked the perimeter until a Killdeer chirped bloody murder.
Nepeta positioned herslef into a Hunter's crouch,eyeing the loud peice of prey and wiggling her her haunches. At the right time, She'll attack. All was seen in heartbeats until an Instinct of hers whispered, "Now!"
Kinetic energy flung her forwards as her claws unseathed. Her eyes dialated,Her heart pounded,the adrenaline pumped in her veins. With a swipe, she had the bird in her grip and with the force of her landing,she killed it. The rush of being a huntress was over.
A screech in the driveway alerted Nepeta of her humans. They were home! Wait until they see her catch! She picked up the fresh-kill and pranced to the humans and with great pleasure, dropped it at their feet. She knows she did the job right when they scream.