Back arched; a flame against the night sky that flickers and dances but never goes out.

Eyes like emeralds that glint in the dark, leaving behind trails of light.

This is the norm in that shadowy world of gloomy alleyways, she rules it all with claws

unsheathed.

A flash of copper as it pounces; one quick swipe in the murky night sky and she has caught her next meal.

Beware of this nocturnal being, craftily disguised.

Purring, pleading for a pat, It might just be your favourite...

CAT!