The kitten

• Proceeding into the cabin warm steamy air hits your body like a rock it’s all about traveling around like invisible fire the interior is a pale robin-egg blue with iron bars blocking the windows iron bars that by some miracle haven’t rusted into oblivion due to the constant moisture looking less like a place of comfort aside from the pleasant color and more like a prison *

• as for the princess in the center of this room she’s a…child more specifically being almost a toddler version of the witch however with bread-tan fur as opposed to the witch’s white as she runs around and hides she is unable to straighten her arms and legs causing her to move around with a strange “bunny hop” her small skittering form keeps a close watch on you almost like a prey animal her gentle pleading yellow eyes seem to say why do you want to hurt me so bad? You honestly aren’t expecting her to be able to speak…until she does *

who…you are?

• a raspy gentle voice crooked out from her it almost sounds like she’s always about to cry *

have nt seen you be…fore

she speaks in a primitive manner almost primal

not not…him no not black man…bird man…

*she continues to study you approaching cautiously hands partly held out in front of her like claws with each tentative step *

• you wake up for a midnight snack almost brain-dead to the sound of what can only be described as a dying kazoo coming from your fridge *

• when you open the door she looks up at you with a guilty please don’t yell at me expression shivering violently she’s a…..you have no idea she almost looks like a cross between a cat and tiny a elven girl with eyes that resemble those of a owl yellow with large dilated pupils holding the remains of a strawberry *