Literature
Maple and the Claws
A small tortoiseshell she-cat leaped from her fence post, and landed gracefully on all fours. She purred happily, and looked around. She was standing, surrounded by soft grass and leafy plants, in a little green space outsider her home. The sun shone dully on the plants, making them glow slightly orange. The sun was falling down slowly, like it always did before the moon climbed up into the sky to take it's place. She yawned, stretched and licked her fur down smooth.
"Maple!" A high, familiar, she voice called her, it was her owner. She couldn't understand half the things her owner said, except her name, food, water, sun and moon. This didn't