It was a cold winter night, the half-moon light dusting the grass' surface, leaving a shimmering, wet appearance. A lone creature, a winged grey cat with small blue antenna, wandered the fields, amazed by the beauty that was brought by the night-time. As they wandered further into the field, they spotted a stump, covered in dried up vines and a sprinkle of ice. A firefly was dancing around it, a pale blue light emitting from it, flickering and weak. The cat, intrigued, ran up to it, and was surprised to see that it did not fly off. In fact, it approached them closer, it's light glowing brighter. SWIPE! The cat tried to grab the firefly, but failed miserably as it darted out of reach, almost taunting them. /What are you, little bug creature?/ the cat wondered, sniffing at it and trying to figure out what it was. Suddenly, the bug's light became intense, and a loud crackle was heard as lightning struck out from it, shocking the cat and leaving it's fur on end. That certainly was a lesson learned for the cat on that day to not mess with everything it saw.
