In Her Shadowy Pelt | Short Story

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Characters: •She: Leader of
her Clan, has a beautiful
shadowy pelt •He: A male
narrating the story

Even as winter nipped her Clan to the bone, he still found strength in her shadowy pelt.

Leading with glory was her reputation, never showing weakness in herself or her Clan. He still saw stubbornness in her shadowy pelt.

When the prey became scarcer and the Clan became weak and reeked of death, she urged them on. But not in a demanding way. But with the courage and kindness any good leader should have. And when her Clan lost battle after battle to the snow, he still saw hope in her shadowy pelt.

As her kit left the living world, she fell into a deep pool of darkness, too hard to escape for any ordinary cat. But she was different. She emerged, pelt wet with tears, the sharp, icy wind pushing her back and led her Clan as if she never wanted to love someone again, the fear of losing them too strong. But he still saw live in her shadowy pelt.

And even when the dark clouds of winter would cover the stars, the bright, hopeful souls of their warrior ancestors, he saw stars in her shadowy pelt.

Just the way he always loved her.

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