She was lost. This area was wrong, all wrong. The sunlight filtered funny and the air...the air was stale. No, not stale, it just tasted odd as it filled her mouth.There was something blocking her escape, as well. She knew she had come from the south, but there was something strange keeping her from returning. And it was quiet. Too quiet for comfort; she could not hear her people, the breeze through the trees, or the birds chirping. Nothing. The only noise filling her head was the sound of her blood pumping too rapidly, the thump of her body hitting the invisible wall, and her wings blowing the still air over her tiny body.
Hope drained as realization sank in that she was forever trapped, never again to see her family. Her altitude dropped slowly, as she contemplated the implications of being taken from those that loved her. As she lowered, she learned the invisible wall grew out of a plank of wood, ashen, from...a fire? It smelled different than burned wood, but maybe that was the effect of the strange thing growing? There were many altering symbiotic lifeforms, could it be possible she, a simple little moth, stumbled across a new species? Before excitement could bubble too high, her world went black. She was dead before she could feel the wetness of the tongue that slurped her out of the air.
That tongue belonged to another creature who had been watching the moth dance. This creature had had many thoughts of her own as she watched the moth flit around the door, one of which was a self inquiry of whether the little buzzy thing would taste good.
Yes, she told herself, it was reasonably tasty, if not a little dry. Her ears remained perked, vigilant for any more curious snacks. Upon finding none, she yawned, fangs glinting in the dying sunlight filtering through the front door window. They will be home soon. I should prepare for their arrival.
Languidly she sauntered off across the sun-warmed tile, her toes stretching and clawing into the edge of the carpet. Her back arched and her tail whipped over her head. She lithely jumped onto the soft cushy couch and perched to survey her domain. She was queen and rightfully pampered. She smiled, fur parting across her face, lifting her white whiskers. No other cat can be as happy as I, she purred. She then curled up in a little Calico-Tabby ball to await the return of her pet humans.
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