The cat witch was a bit of a rogue, and more than that, she was very proud of that fact. There was nothing she loved more than running along the rooftops, lurking in the shadows, exploring every nook and cranny of the city.
The city itself would never get to know her in return, however, as she put up an illusion charm to hide herself whenever anyone got to close to her. It was a bit of an old and hard to kill habit of hers, not because she was shy, but because she was very reserved. If someone deserved her trust, they would earn it, she figured.
And so far, no one yet had.
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Short StoryMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
