I'm a writer, although, I haven't done it in a long time. I figured I might as well do it now! Here is my story, inspired by my creation below. Whether it's good or not, writing a weekly story is a great challenge for me & will definitely offer something different than the regular craft challenges I enter.
_________________________________________________________________________________
Like a jet, a squirrel shoots down a tree & stops. She feels eyes watching her. She glances about without moving a muscle. She doesn't blink until she finds those eyes & who they belong to. She lets out a chuckle when she realizes that it's just Grandmother. Grandmother is what the squirrels call the castle's cat. She's an old soul, who is too busy lazing about, sleeping away her day on the lawn to bother with them. Her kittens, now grown, are another story entirely. They still have their youth & curiosity. A dangerous thing.
The squirrel grabs an acorn that has fallen from a tree. She keeps focused on everything around her. Many a squirrel has fallen pray to the kittens for not paying attention. Her nose twitches as gentle breeze brings the scent of fish. It must be feeding time for the kittens, so she relaxes her guard. They never give up a free meal, especially during the summer when it is hot outside. She has an hour to spend enjoying the ground. Once the kittens eat, they sleep.
The squirrel scurries around, grabbing more acorns. It was such a beautiful day in the shade. The grass was soft & cool. The birds were singing. It was so lovely when the kittens weren't around. She picked up another acorn before she realized that the birds were quiet. Quiet was never good. One of the birds shrieked & she realized her error.
A kitten was crouching not far from her. Darn! She had made a mistake & it could be lethal. She kept still for a moment before her flight instinct to over. Dropping all of her food, she ran as fast as she could toward the tree. She was safer in a tree than on the ground. She felt the swipe of a kitten's paw, but it missed her as she charge up that tree. Her life depended on it.
When she was as high as could be, she looked down. The kitten had lost interest almost immediately & was already on it's way back to the castle. A sigh of relief.
_________________________________________________________________________________
