Not so Nice

Prologue
Her paws ached, her eyes, weary. Her muscles screamed for her to stop, and rest. To have mercy on her body as she trudged forward through the undergrowth. Rest was tempting, a good meal would satisfy her, too. But, alas, this was not her place to hunt. But it would all pay off soon.

This cat, was a healer. A healer that had a soft pelt, and calming eyes. hiding the ambition that rippled through her flesh, and sparked in her gaze like fire. Sweet, kind, like a violet.But was all fake, just as fake as holly berry.

This was Violetholly. Looking for something, something that would depend on her. Something that she could mold in her paws...