The last parts of the stone crumpled, leaving in its wake a feline of average size, sitting crouched upon the pedestal.
It yawned, pushing forward with its little black feet and curling high it's tail, shaking its head as the yawn waned.
Golden eyes blinked as the cat washed its face with a paw.
Once the task was complete, the cat sat still, like a small statue that breathed, eyeing the forest. The wind had since died down, yet the energy reverberated throughout the land, causing the wildlife to shudder.
With a deep breath and a contemplative moment, the cat dropped from the high arch, throwing wide its leathery wings, cupping the air as it descended and with a short downward burst, propelled himself skybourne. His wingspan barely measured four feet, and the streak of black continued his upward arch, momentarily framed by the moon, and disappeared over the tree line.
