ILovekitty-cats

Her feathers scatter, gracefully floating downwards, as the silvery winged cub soars across the night sky. The world below her was all simply a distance memory, she remembers her brief pause when reflecting on her sudden freedom... and how much of a temper tantrum her former Master threw once realizing his loss... she had been happy to leave him there crying in rage, snatching the feathers from her wings while they drifted down. Wrinkling her face, (Flehmen response) the young cub drew the scent of the cool breeze in through her mouth, wanting to have a good taste of... her new found freedom... licking her muzzle afterwards in satisfaction. F