The night was calm, the bed comfortable, and it felt warm and safe. On the ceiling there's a skylight showing the stars, and moonlight shone in through the big arched windows. Faintly, crickets could be heard chirping. Singing away, but not loud enough to bother us or wake us up even with our now more advanced hearing. In the palace guards in their cat forms paced the hallways vigilantly until the morning guard came, more normal servants either slept or wrote, maybe ate, or cleaned depending on what their shifts were. Meowol, content and quiet, walked down the halls to his room so he too could curl up for the night, fatigue chilling his muscles and eyelids.
In the distance though, but not too far, within the woods that surrounded a cat looked up from the branch of a tree, focused. It's eyes were an intense blue and green. It's whiskers twitched, shining silver in the moonlight, and it began to climb down. When it reached the ground it faced the opposite direction, but looked over its shoulder to peer at the castle one last time. It stood there for a moment then looked away again and let out a small sigh. It then walked into the undergrowth and disappeared into the night.