This post has been written for five sentence fiction with the prompt feathers. I couldn't decide on which post I wanted to post, so here's three pieces of fiction on the same.
Blood dripping from her paws.
Feathers scattered across the floor.
Bits of flesh stuck in her sharp teeth.
The magnificent golden cat lay in a corner, satisfied.
It was a mistake to have bought the lovebirds, she thought to herself.
"You've got to help me find her brother, I think I've found my soulmate. She was the one wearing the mask with pink feathers."
She was an enchantress, beautiful, more than any word could describe, such was her grace and posture.
"Surely you do not mean the one with the green dress?" His friend inquired.
"Why yes I do, do you know her?"
"Even though you've found your soulmate in her, I'm afraid she already has hers in me," grinned his friend.
She had always excelled in school.
Her need for competition and thirst for being the number one made her a workaholic.
Yet somewhere she craved for friends, real friends.
She had numerous trophies on her desk she realized, not one memory of a friend though.
She wondered how could she have missed this feather on her cap.