Mocha leaped, landing right next to the bowl of clear water. A small golden fish swam inside. Mocha quickly scooped it out with one paw. It wriggled beneath her, and she bent down and killed it with a small bite to the neck. Before her housefolk could notice what she did, Mocha padded outside. It was sunny and warm, a perfect day. Springing on the fence, Mocha gazed out on the moor. Every once in a while, she glimpsed a cat racing across it. She knew that some cats lived out there, but she could never imagine leaving her home. The life she had was the life that she wanted.
This is my entry! I shared it too early, I might be adding more.
