The waning moon curved like a hook.
Beneath it, a few lotus flowers rested in silence.
A black cat soundlessly dropped from a branch in the woods. A girl followed, her slender limbs as supple as a cat's. Her eyes slanted upward, with long, large pupils that glimmered in the dark. Silver hair, whiter than snow, swept out in a dazzling arc.
Her boots and tight-fitting clothes blended into the colors of the night. She bent to rub the cat's ears and spoke in a soft, clear voice.
“Van, let's go.”
She turned.
“Meow~, ”
The cat's mournful cry raised the curtain on everything that followed.
Is it worth it? ```````````````` Sweat`````````
Not bad, pay attention to the rhyme and strokes.
I like it because it talks about cats.