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sunflowerseed
Gidget was sitting on the moor, gazing at the seemingly huge moon. She blinked as the wind ruffled her short, tan fur.
What a beautiful night. She was alone, but not necessarily lonely. She could smell other cats, but she had no need to be around them. This was
her moon. Her big, bright moon. This was
her moment to be in peace, and she was happy in it. Gidget had no worries, no troubles, no duties. It was a life that she loved. The life of a wanderer, seeing the sights, never staying in one place too long. She never thought about her future, she simply allowed the earth to guide her paws in whatever direction seemed fit. She smiled at the moon. She'd come a long way from when she was a mewling kit, in the nursery of her mother, needing to be fed. The she-cat may have been sad when her mother died, but soon she had learned how to hunt, how to appreciate things for what they were. At only three moons old, she had learned how to truly
live. Although many seasons had passed since then, she remembered it like it was yesterday. Suddenly, a sound disturbed her thoughts- pawsteps, perhaps?
Surely not, Gidget thought to herself.
Little did she know,
Her life was about to change
And there was no going back.