Kit Kat’s dinner had been unsatisfying. It was fowl contorted into a sticky paste. A bird smells of something – dusty feathers and sunny warmth. But this paté mess gave the faintest odor of rotting bird. Kit Kat needed a more appetizing smell. As she settled in for her post-dinner nap, she decided to travel to Castdeep to seek her most delectable quarry, the hunkfish.
As the murmur of unknown humans in the street below passed into silence, Kit Kat focused her attention on the liquid realm of Castdeep. Once her head fell dead onto her blanket bed, and her breathing deepened and slowed, Kit Kat sat perched on the stump of mossy land no larger than herself and gazed at the expanse of water that surrounded her. As much as she craved the hunkfish, this moment always made her pause. The fish would not come to her perched on the few spots of dryish land in Castdeep. Kit Kat must join the fish in their water habitat if she wanted to feast today.
Kit Kat could have jumped into the water to begin her hunt, but her body would simply not make those motions. Instead, she walked to the edge of the land stump and allowed herself to slide down the steep edge into the water.
Kit Kat’s legs flailed uncoordinatedly for a moment as she sank deeper into the water. As she acclimated to the cool water seeping under her fur and chilling her skin, Kit Kat’s legs found rhythm and slow momentum through the liquid.
To catch the quarry Kit Kat sought, she would have to rely on the curiosity of Castdeep creatures. She could never hope to match the speed of a hunkfish or ringturtle. An eagleray was about all she could overtake at her pace. But the eaglerays had muscles of iron which even Kit Kat’s teeth couldn’t penetrate.
If Kit Kat’s fortunes improved, she might happen upon a brinegrub and hook it securely with her claw. The brinegrub’s slimy emanations attracted the hunkfish like the hunkfish attracted the Kit Kat.
But Kit Kat’s skin began to numb in the colder depths of Castdeep. She feared a lingering chill if she remained. Kit Kat resigned herself to an unsuccessful hunt and snapped back to her home dry and warm. She mournfully meowed as she woke and sought the comfort of her slave human’s lap.