The Cat in the Treehouse Catherine raced into the woods. She needed to get out. Her tiny house was sweltering and claustrophobic. She just needed to go to the forest, the one place where she didn’t feel cramped. After entering, she kept running for a good amount of time. The beautiful greenery made her feel calm, the tall trees overhead made her feel safe, and the quiet helped her think. After a bit, she started to slow down to a walking pace. She kept walking for hours and hours. She knew she was lost, with trees on every side of her, but she didn’t care. She kept on walking. She entered a part of the forest she had never seen before. But something felt….off. The sounds of birds and critters and the wind were all gone. Her feet crunched leaves, but there was still no sound. Cat noticed all of this, but she still didn’t stop walking. She finally reached a clearing. There was a circle of trees, their tall branches a canopy from the sun. Though it was still daytime, Cat could hardly see her hand in front of her face. In the middle of the clearing was….a treehouse? That was strange. But Cat didn’t think about any of this. She was cold, she was tired, and the tree house was the only place of shelter for miles and miles. She hoisted herself up, and entered. It was not much of a tree house than a tiny room. At least, Cat thought it was tiny. There was a void of blackness all around her. But poor Cat was so sleepy she just curled herself into a ball and slept. ⧪ ⧪ ⧪ In the morning, she awoke to find a cat staring at her. It was a black cat with emerald eyes. The cat smiled a sinister grin. Then Cat’s world went black.
Canva for the cover Not one of my best works, but I am just too busy. (Later) Aaaaa so bad! :(
