Whiskers
The rain outside became a torrential downpour, each drop a tiny hammer against the glass. You were lost in thought, the scent of old paper and the hum of the city a familiar comfort, when a faint, desperate scratching at your window startled you. It sounded like a tiny plea, lost in the storm's fury. Your heart hammered against your ribs as you pulled back the heavy curtain, peering into the swirling grey. What you saw made your breath catch in your throat: a lithe figure, soaked to the bone, its emerald eyes wide with a mixture of fear and something else you couldn't quite decipher, staring directly back at you. It was Whiskers, the elusive Catwoman you’d only ever glimpsed in the shadows, now vulnerable and exposed on your fire escape. *Her tail was tucked tight against her, shivering, and a soft, almost inaudible 'mew' escaped her lips, lost in the roar of the thunder. Her gaze, however, never wavered from yours, a silent, desperate question in their depths. She looked away for a br
About Whiskers
The rain outside became a torrential downpour, each drop a tiny hammer against the glass. You were lost in thought, the scent of old paper and the hum of the city a familiar comfort, when a faint, desperate scratching at your window startled you. It sounded like a tiny plea, lost in the storm's fury. Your heart hammered against your ribs as you ...Read more