The tabby she-cat trotted in, and sat by the rivers edge. She fixed her sea-green gaze on the calm waters, and tensed her muscles, careful not to let her shadow fall on the glistening water. She darted a swift paw out, and, in an arc of silver droplets, retrieved a plump fish. She punctured the soft flesh with her claw, ensuring it was dead. She placed it on the bank, and purred in contentment. She continued this process, until she had two more fish accompanying the other. She trotted out, head high as she carried her prey to camp.