The lithe creature was merely an alley cat to the common eye. Her sleek raven fur shone with a smooth blue hue underneath the overhanging moonlight, and she moved like smoke through the calm wind. She stalked the night like a shadow, masked by the black void that nighttime brought. Graceful as she moved, sly and smooth as a fox, there was more behind those mysterious mismatched eyes than many will ever know; secrets never to be spoken; mysteries untold. My name is Raven, and this is the story of how I became a shapeshifter.
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Raven
FantasyWhen Things in the ally go haywire, a cat must find her destiny to keep her friends safe.
