Sweetcloud crept silently through the undergrowth. The starling continued to casually peck at the crumbs on the floor left over by Twolegs. She inhaled deeply and prepared to pounce.

"I suppose this is better than when I first met you in the middle of Stunningrocks or whatever you called it."

Startled, Sweetcloud landed a few whiskers in front of the bird. It squawked in panic and flew away. "Mousedung!" she hissed. "What's the big idea, you trying to-?!" She stopped abruptly as she faced the distraction. Her breath left her. 

The cat smiled. "Hello, Sweetcloud."

She stepped toward him tentatively. "Twilight?" she inquired. 

"Yeah, it's me," he meowed.

Sweetcloud forgot everything she was doing. Her heart flooded as she leaped at the jet black cat.

(WIP)