-Clover-She-cat-Alone
When Irish eyes are smiling, sure, 'tis like a morn in spring...
Atop a cliff sat a shadow. A mere shadow - or at least that is how it seemed. For, after a little while, the shadow began to move. It stretched out on the grassy rock, something which could almost be called a content smile spread across its face. Suddenly, two emeralds seemed to appear on the shadow's face, but after a moment, a cat watching this display would see that these were, in fact, eyes. This shadow was no trick of the light. It was, in fact, a she-cat.
A she-cat named Clover.
Letting out a long sigh, Clover turned her chin to the skies before looking back down and gazing over the island. This was her favourite spot to rest - the highest cliff one could find on this beautiful island, a cliff from which a cat would see over the whole land. The young she-cat counted off the territories as she glanced from one to to the other, before yawning and lying back down. She closed her eyes and rolled onto her back, letting the sun hit the slightly-darker-grey fur on her stomach.
Ahh. Clover thought. Such a beautiful day... yet, nobody here. Just perfect.
Suddenly, there was a noise. Just a tiny rustle in the bushes, but this was enough to get the young cat on her paws.
"A snake?" She mewed to herself, investigating with caution. "No... hmm, a mouse... ah well." Shrugging as the rodent scurried off into the bushes, Clover walked back out and sat on the cliff. Her tail twitched slightly with boredom, as she waited.
And waited.
And waited...
When Irish eyes are smiling, sure, 'tis like a morn in spring...
Atop a cliff sat a shadow. A mere shadow - or at least that is how it seemed. For, after a little while, the shadow began to move. It stretched out on the grassy rock, something which could almost be called a content smile spread across its face. Suddenly, two emeralds seemed to appear on the shadow's face, but after a moment, a cat watching this display would see that these were, in fact, eyes. This shadow was no trick of the light. It was, in fact, a she-cat.
A she-cat named Clover.
Letting out a long sigh, Clover turned her chin to the skies before looking back down and gazing over the island. This was her favourite spot to rest - the highest cliff one could find on this beautiful island, a cliff from which a cat would see over the whole land. The young she-cat counted off the territories as she glanced from one to to the other, before yawning and lying back down. She closed her eyes and rolled onto her back, letting the sun hit the slightly-darker-grey fur on her stomach.
Ahh. Clover thought. Such a beautiful day... yet, nobody here. Just perfect.
Suddenly, there was a noise. Just a tiny rustle in the bushes, but this was enough to get the young cat on her paws.
"A snake?" She mewed to herself, investigating with caution. "No... hmm, a mouse... ah well." Shrugging as the rodent scurried off into the bushes, Clover walked back out and sat on the cliff. Her tail twitched slightly with boredom, as she waited.
And waited.
And waited...




