Sil was sitting by herself at lunch, working on a story for the Writing Club, when Quesadilla approached her. "Hey, Silhouette?" The cream colored cat glanced down nervously. "It's me, Quesa. Fish quesadillas? But, I've been warntin' to ask you a question."
"Alright." Silhouette turned to face the other cat.
"What would you say to tell someone you loved them?"
Silhouette hesitated. "I'm not the best expert on... love."
Quesa nodded her head. "Alright. I darn't think that myself."
Brrrickopper walked up to the cats. "Hello," he said pleasantly. "Whatcha talking about?"
"Love," said Quesa. "I need some advice. What would ya want to say if you warnted to tell someone you loved them?"
Brrrickopper's face clouded. "Quesa, I'm not one to ask about that. I'm a beast. Even more than that, I'm heartless," the lion said, clinking a paw on his tin chest. "And I scare myself. I can do almost anything, so I'm constantly afraid. But I would give anything to know what it truly means to love. Heck, I'd even take a love potion," he joked. "But in all seriousness, Silhouette is one of the kindest cats you'll meet. Even if she doesn't know it."
"Great," said Quesa. "Well- not that you darn't know what love feels like. That there's turrable! But what you said about Silhouette."
Silhouette, deeply embarrassed, was now three feet into her story, writing rapidly. A bad decision that attracted the tin lion's attention. "Watcha writin' about, Sil?" he asked.
Sil gave a nervous smile. "Ummm, I'm writing about a forest at nighttime."
"The darkness of night is truly beautiful," he said. "Even the light of day is pale in comparison."
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Fang and Scale
Short StoryLuna is a new student at the Institute (for Creatures) of Magic. She's looking forward to her new classes and exploring her abilities. Learning alongside her are the bubbly faerie dragon Leafy, the quiet black cat Silhouette, the shy dog ghost Dice...
