The Inky Black Cat

WHATWALT :To use descriptive language in our writing.
The Inky Black Cat

In the inky blackness of the shadows,she blended in perfectly. Her saucer-like eyes and sleek whiskers were all that could be seen.

She was deliberately hiding; her colour and keen sight were her greatest allies. What she had glimpsed at the other side of the candlelit room was troubling, and arching her back, she prepared to move in an instant.

She sprung high around the room to the table where the candlelit, she crouched then stopped, before she blew. She peered at the candle, the candle moved away as she blew “tick tock tick tock ring ring” the phone went, she suddenly was distracted. She looked confused, puzzled. She sensed a smell it was smoke, she had now remembered about the candle.

As she looked around anxiously she now took control of everything, her eyes hooked the candle. She sprung up onto the chandelier, the wind was pushing against her. She was only a couple of feet away. As there was a sudden shadow at the window.

It was the shape of a cat standing, it walked forward a few steps then stopped. It was a tan colour with Knobby knees, then suddenly out of nowhere it jumped through the miniature gap it was a Meerkat.

When it leaped in, the air turned like a wave pool and the candle was gone. Apparently the Meerkat was frightened by something.

The cat was interested she leaped onto the ledge of the window and there she saw a scarecrow, a raged one, but right at that point the next door neighbor had found her and took her back home to care for her.