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Write for 7 minutes on, "cat."
What I wrote: (and to be fair, I was in the mindset of one of my other stories when I wrote some of these kidnapped ones)
The dark cat blended in with the cover of shadow cast downward by the trees. When he took a slow, swift step, even the crunch of dead, dry leaf made no sound. The panther moved on, yellow eyes penetrating the darkness, seeing fully the vines, the spider plants and moist moss. The panther was searching for something, moving quickly yet swiftly on his way, much so that the passerby wouldn't know of his presence until they felt the gentle, cold breeze from his speed. By the time you look, he would be gone. The mythical creature was real, I knew now as I looked into the dim evil eyes which displayed no remorse. His mighty claws stretched out so I could see them, taunting me, making me feel like paper, easily torn. No hiding in the forest which he could see through, trapped
