Snippet #1843469

Cheshire

He rested within his favourite tree, sprawled among the twisted branches and multi-coloured leaves. Long, ragged ears twitched upon his head, causing the thin chains and rings in them to chime softly in the new blowing breeze. Irritated by the sudden awakening, he opened one hazy-yellow eye and peered through his hide-away. The air carried something, the soft scent of change. He yawned and stretched, dragging his sharpened nails across the bark of his beloved tree, adding to the thousands of carvings his nails etched.

Now fully awake, he sniffs the air from his perch, taking in every smell, every bit of information the air carried with it. His tail curled as if excited by the news. Yes, change was happening. That much was certain. The ever-present grin on the man's face grew, warping his features. Whatever changed he decided he would welcome it. Afterall that was what he was, a creature of change.