dolphin-hehe

Skymist smiled on her cave. She liked the underwater part, especifically. It was always wet and pleasing, warm and calm. It always gave her the impression her pelt was fluttering, when it was just water. But the herbs usually stayed on the afloat part, and were only taken down on bubbles and shells to protect them from getting too wet. She stared at the azure-blue ocean calmly. Then her paws swam to the surface.
The sun was rising still, and the sky was sunset-red, as the ocean had turned on Skymist’s way to the surface. She wondered if there was anything for her to eat, but she liked catching her own prey anyways. Shrimp was probably her favorite, salmon coming close after. She started to swim, stalking a newly seen fish, and she pushed her body down to the water. Now she was bellow the fish, and she could see it was a red snapper. Her mouth watered. She gave it a hard slash, and the fish gasped. She took the still-alive fish to the udnerwater den, and gave it some poppy seeds. Maybe other cats found the way she hunted odd. But Skymist didn’t wish her prey to suffer on its death. She ate the red snapper after it had died peacefully on sleep, and she thought to herself how delicious it was.

(Okay)