The Witch's cat

On a dark snowy night in December, a medium size black cat with green and yellow eyes with silver flecks in them and a scar where each claw should be, sat inside a black room on the ledge of a window. The cat was watching as its owner was walking around the room. It's owner was a young witch with a skin tight black dress, and a dark purple hat. Her face was kind but her eyes were dark and cold. The cat watched carefully, the tip of its tail twitching slightly, as its owner began collecting things around the room and placing them on a table.

The cat jumped down from the ledge and jumped onto the table after walking around shattered mirror glass and jumping over fallen books from surrounding bookshelves. The young witch had many things on the table with a small cauldron full of a blood red, boiling, liquid. The cat pawed at a jar labeled, Cat Claws, with a clawless paw.. There were many jars with labels like Cat Tail or Dead Man's Finger, on the table. The table was made of dark oak but you could see where it had been melted or chewed through.

The young witch's face was happy as she picked up the cat and placed him on a pedestal. She had started tossing a bunch of the things she had on the table into the cauldron, making the color change from a blood red color to black as a moon and starless sky. She threw in 2 Cat Claws, 4 Dead Man's Finger, 3 Cat tails, 5 Rat Eye, and 8 Baby Hairs.

The cat was sitting up tall, curiosity filling it when its owner turned her back to him. She turned back towards him, her face now dark, as she hid her hand behind her back, she walked towards him slowly. The cat started to sense that something bad was going to happen, and started to look for any easy escape route, which was a small hole in the bottom left corner of the window. When she was about a few feet away he jumped down and ran out of the small hole, she chased after the cat with a big jagged edged knife.

The witch walked out of the black room and out of the house to follow the cat. The cat had run towards the woods around the house, letting its tail sweep the snow so no footprints would be left behind. The cat stopped at the base of a big pinetree with a face like figure in its bark. The witch walked around the house to the window that the cat had run out of and found a few cat hairs stuck in the glass.

She whispered, ""EM OT EMOH MIH GNIRB," and blew the hairs out of her hand. Once the hairs had hit the ground, instantly blue paw prints lit up the ground, she followed them and used a silencing spell on her feet. She snuck up on the cat and grabbed it by the scruff of its neck, causing it to fight back. She carried the cat back to the house and before it could do anything, it was thrown into the boiling contents in the cauldron.

She had quickly covered the cauldron with the lid and held it down while the cat yowled in pain and tried to get out. She let go of the lid when no noise came from the cauldron anymore. She looked down at her hand watching as it became wrinkly and gnarly. She quickly took off the lid and mixed the liquid, the cat dissolved into the potion. She set some aside to cool and poured the rest of the potion into different vials.

She stood in front of a broken mirror in the room and saw she had aged about 60 years. She greedily drank the potion and watched as she became younger, her gray hair becoming pitch black and her skin becoming smooth. She heard scratching at the door, knowing that a new victim was home, to stay.