The Dusk and her Night

Lillith was both excited and nervous. She'd handed in the application form for the Shedu Novice Diploma, and had just been told which cat she would foster on the programme. Lucky Strike. Or as he was more commonly known... Mr. Headache. She'd heard that this particular Shedu once attacked another male cat in the middle of a race... oh dear. How was she supposed to work with that? A nervous shiver tickled down her spine and with a sharp inhale Lily started towards Mr. Headache's stall. She walked briskly, her mind busy with thoughts on just how she would approach her appointed foster cat. However, despite being so absorbed, her eye was still caught by the shimmer of silver from the field on her right. A stunning silken-haired Shedu was looking directly at her.

It was a very slim, feminine cat - even being so young. She seemed to float along as she turned and began to make her way towards where Lillith had come to stand still. Her walk was smooth... ever so smooth, and the softness of even the softest gait made the Shedu's flowing hair dance against the side of her long, slender neck. It was her eyes that captivated Lillith the most, however. They were a striking royal purple, brightened by the white markings that held them.

The mother was famous racer The 6th, or Tia. Then this beauty must be her most recent cub. She was the embodiment of silence itself, the grass having sighed as the Silver-haired youngster reached the fence and simply stood face to face with the human on the other side. She spoke to Lillith, but only through those remarkable eyes of hers.

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