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My darkness, ever growing, looms over the horizon engulfing the fading light. It acts like a blanket covering up the light and smothering its light as its dark tendrils caress the black ground and as the wind picks up you can hear the slight stirrings of something ominous pervading the night. My footsteps are ever so light, careful not to make a sound, my body is lithe as if to spring or leap at a moments notice. My breath and heartbeat become one as my footsteps fall in place, as if I knew this as my own back yard. Dodging the countless trees and stumps just waiting to trip someone or something up, but for all my gracefulness there is a darker shadow that follows behind my tail, darker even than my pitch black fur, waiting for that chance to strike. Rhythmatic tapping ensues and its my paws gently hitting the soft ground as I sprint through the shadows after a fading silhouette. My tail swings in anticipation as i get closer and their frantic running starts to become erratic, just waiting for them to trip. Yes! Their foot hits an uprooted tree root and they go sprawling, already too late to recover from it. My chance has appeared so I strike, claws unsheathed and paws spread out wide as I take to the air, letting out a vicious war cry.

Instantly my paws deliver the mercy strike and their movements cease.

My prey has been caught. I purr with light bliss. I've just caught my prey.

You.