"I have studied many philosophers and many cats. The wisdom of cats is infinitely superior." - Hippolyte Taine
"He who plays with a cat must bear her scratches." - Arabian Proverb
There is a point at which silence reaches a point so absolute, so utterly empty, that it becomes deafening. At such a time it is tempting to just cry out, if just for the reassurance that one's hearing remains intact. Silence like this had descended through the thick atmosphere of leaf and tree and steamy smog into the labyrinthine abyss that was the deep jungle.
For she, though, hidden in stillness and blackness and quiet, there was no desire to cry out. She cursed even her own breathing which may now betray her life. She, who had contorted herself to match the twisting branches that surrounded her, sensed everything that her environment had to tell; and yet, she was the one being hunted.