Ambie-J

A dark brown figure slinked through the shadows silently, long and narrow claws glinting in the moon's silver shimmer. Beneath his paws a horrible, wet marsh sunk him into the soft ground with every step. Birds were sitting on tree branches cheeping merrily, singing their song to raise the sun and save them from the night's darkness.  Their reflections wavered in the lake's cool water below them as the tabby approached the crisp pool. Above him, a long, grey feather floated down from the overhanging tree, swivelling and dancing as the breeze took it on its journey. The dark cat sat down, glaring as the sleek feather landed in front of him at