The Sled Cat By: Jeralyn Smith

             My life used to be perfect until I decided to run away to find adventure. It was a cold snowy day in Fairbanks Alaska. My white pelt blended into the blindingly white snow as I pricked my ears listening for the bark of the annoying sled dogs. Gold was located in the Klondike River which is one of the many tributaries running into the Yukon River now Fairbanks is now apparently a stop for the traveling miners. My name is Winter I am a Norwegian Forest Cat she-cat not to brag or anything I am the most beautiful cat alive.
            I licked my paw subconsciously and kept my senses alert for any signs of danger. I was in a forest and no longer in Fairbanks, snow fluttered down like hundreds of birds invading a nest of cow birds. My tail twitched and my stomach growled there was a cardinal sitting on a snow covered pine branch I crouched in my hunting position. My green eyes watched every movement that the cardinal made and I followed every move it made. 
            I pounced and my claws closed around thin air. I growled in frustration. My tail flicked in anger. I heard a loud quack my gaze snapped to the brush and a swan stepped out. I sprang the swan deflated. I stepped back confused and I tasted the swan it tasted like a swan.
            A loud pop resounded around the clearing I had turned into a swan.
           
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