Silver fur shone blue underneath the light of the moon, moving in a wave-like motion as she padded through the field. The grass reached just past her belly and it blew steadily with every breeze, creating a constant rustling in what would otherwise be total silence. She was ever moving, rooted in her nomadic nature, but this place was the closest thing to a home to her. She frequented it well enough and those that knew of her knew they could find her here on nights where the moon was near its fullest point. She was here tonight because she chose to be, not because she expected anyone else to be here but because she gravitated towards the routine of visiting the field. 

She was unsurprised to catch the scent of another among the grasses, near the stump of a long-fallen tree. She could never know for sure, but it wasn’t so unusual. She met many cats here before. The she-cat honed in on them unnoticed before weaving carefully out of her cover, where the grasses seemed to disappear around the stump. Azure eyes glinted as she watched them and after a moment she spoke. 

“What is it you seek from me?”