Owl curled closer to his mother, delighting in the simple pleasure of her warm softness.
Ghost grew tired of her chilly abode. She passed through the narrow opening, her pupils reduced to razor-like slits in the bright kitchen. The moonlight had lowered enough to shine directly through the tall kitchen windows. She ruffled her fur in the slight breeze, feeling revived from her depressive thoughts, and wishing to hunt. She jumped lightly to the counter, glancing at her herbs to see that she did indeed, need to gather a bit more catmint while she was out. She pounced out the window, the pale starlight setting her silvery-white coat aglow. Her long fur floated around her like an eerie halo, and her pupils had largened enough to fill her aqua eyes with a dark watery depth. The rocky, ruin-studded hills were pleasant to her, and lifted her heart a bit. She bounded away like a rabbit.