Spots

Chapter 1

A walk in the woods. A peaceful, simple, quiet walk- Aria pounced with grace and caught the rabbit between her furry paws. Grinning inwardly, she released the startled animal. She wasn't quite hungry enough to hunt seriously, and the town was more than fed.

Aria continued her walk and shook the falling leaves from her pure white fur. She was naturally a solid white cat with the build of a panther. It was absolutely unheard of, and she never lived it down. In fact, she was a misfit in most aspects of her life. Her adopted mother, Nedra, told her the story often: Nedra was walking in the forest one day, much  like Aria was currently doing, when she heard a cub's song. Cubs mewl. Children whimper. Aria sang. Nedra said that the sound of her cries was a siren's call reaching out and touching the heart of all who heard it. Nedra followed the noise and found a 5 year old Aria alone and naked in a patch of moss. Because she could smell the scent of were-cat on here, Nedra knew that the child was one of them. She adopted her and named her after her gift. Aria means 'melody.'

So deep in thought, Aria walked along and almost missed the sound of crying. This wasn't gentle or sorrowful crying. This was terror-filled and desperate, and it was the cry of her clan's cubs.

With no hesitation, her body flew towards the sound. The ground blurred by as her paws pumped faster and faster. The trees and bushes were just masses of green, and the blood rushing to her head blocked out all other senses, but she didn't need her hearing to remember the cries of those cubs. Her breath quickened and her body stretched as she forced herself to her limits. Aria didn't even pause to think as her white fur shed and gave way to black fur. She was no longer the calm, happy, positive color of pure white, and instead adopted the angry, worried, frantic color of blackness. Her legs lengthened and her snout became more prominent. Her shoulders thickened, and her paws widened. She had shifted from a pure white panther to a pure black lion. That's right. This is what made her different. This is what made her an outcast. This is what made her powerful. Aria wasn't a were-panther, or a were-lion, or a were-tiger... She was a were-cat with the ability to take the form and color of just about any feline.

Her eyes were the only thing about her that didn't change. One pale blue eye and one dark green eye took in the sights around her, searching for danger. Suddenly, she burst through the green, leaped down into a ditch, and landed in front of the four cubs that had snuck out of town.

AN: Hello! New book, I've been using another website, but they redid it and all of my stories are gone :( It's nice to be writing on wattpad again. This is short, but they'll get longer as the story develops. Hope you enjoy!