Her long curly hair bounced out of the messy bun which previously held it as she ran. Lifting her legs as high as she could while still maintaining her speed. She thought of her Jujutsu classes, of knee strikes. Anything to keep her from tripping over the debris.
I heard you, the cat said to to bird. Obviously not. It flapped its wings, shrugging off the feline’s hairs. Obviously not, or you’d be moving. But I am moving, the cat protested rolling on its back, pawing at the air. Around, not up. You’ve got to go. The bird, a raven, shook its head…