HER SIX LIVES

Prologue: Fiani-cat

I'm dedicating this story to an inspirational writer who ( doesn't update much ) passtheduch hell yes I love your works. Now it's making me write sh*ts.

This is my first book so bear with me. Thanks

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Through thick branches with yellow and green leaves, a little black cat could be seen. Running, wagging, hopping. The cat's tail was high up in the air whipping from left to right. It's dark green eyes playfully staring at a black and white bunny. The cat leaped. Pouncing on its target. The latter only ran, or rather hopped. Away from the predator.

Oh, how Fiani-cat loves the chase.

Fiani-cat and bunny summersaulted their way upon the meadows, bending some of the flowers on their wake until they felt tired. ' I shall go for I am hungry, until we meet again. ' bunny purred in her language only animals could understand.

' Tomorrow again, friend ' fiani-cat meowed in response. Bringing her soft paws yet sharp claws on the bunny's belly, she patted on it twice that if it were the humans watching they would think the bunny had already surrendered and let the cat have its way with it.

Bunny only purred slower as a reply before hopping her way back to where she lives. Across the flowered meadows and into the shadows of the forest, bunny was gone. Out of sight.

Fiani-cat sat sadly, resting her head on both arms as she pondered what to do with the rest of her day. Eating wasn't an option for food has already been consumed and another set of meal will be served later when her ' mama ' gets back home from washing dishes and cleaning bedrooms in the palace; Where she worked in.

Fiani-cat spotted three flying butterflies and eyed their colorful wings, flapping as they hovered around the flowers. Her sharp claws began to extend, itching on scratching something, anything.

With a stretch of a body, she's on her hunting position once again. Her tail high up in the air. One, two, three. Yes, Fiani-cat could count for she can understand what her 'mama' always tell her. From numbers to stories.

Fly, fly, fly the butterfly
In the garden it's flying high
In the meadows it's flying low
Fly, fly, fly, the butterfly

A particular song rang inside Fiani-cat's head. Buzzing with excitement as she began to leap. Jump. Crouch. Run. Chasing away butterflies. The butterflies were confused as to why Fiani-cat would want to eat butterflies.

Butterflies flew. Fiani-cat ran. The butterflies randomly went to where their gut tells them to go. Forest. Fiani-cat followed suit. They run. She chased. Until Fiani-cat felt her chest expand. A fresh smell awakening her senses. She stopped abruptly. The running; flying butterflies forgotten.

Fiani-cat never wandered in this part of the forest before. Not because of the tall branches and thick trunks and vines. Or how it curled up as if it's living, reaching out to grasp anything. Or how it covered the tight spaces with its large thick green leaves allowing no sun light at all. No that's not the reason at all.

It's because Fiani-cat is a lazy cat. But never afraid. Never.

Surprisingly, the butterflies she chased led her here. At the farthest corner of the wide meadow where trees surrounded and wild animals wandered.

She stopped and sniffed. Completely still for a moment she is. Her hind legs began walking, paws pounding on the rough land, nose sniffing the air, she followed the scent. Wondering how such refreshing scent did not go noticed by ' mama '. She always give stories about the forest. The fields.  The children in the palace. Fiani-cat always quench her curiosity and go to places her ' mama ' has shared. The tree house. The water falls.