The night is dark, but not to her. With her thick black fur and blinding white teeth, she is one with the night. Everybody feared her, with her black paws that hid long dagger nails, and her yellow-green eyes that could blaze through the night. But was she truly scary? Was her teeth so violent? And was her prey really dead? Or had she simply invited her “prey” to tea?
Nobody would know. It was quite simple, if you knew the truth.
She had no prey. Only friends. Her teeth still growing, her tiny claws clipped. She was a kitten.
I’ve been writing 100 word stories as prep for Camp NaNoWriMo next month, and this one I thought I would share. What do you think?