I slightly touched my black paws into the sand. I was targeting my prey, a bird. It didn't see me, more of it couldn't. I snuck up behind it and used my claws to grab it before it could even think about flying away. I think took my other paw and roasted the bird. It was perfect. I'm able to grab food from anywhere without anyone realizing I'm there. I don't know how I got these powers, but I do know that I got them for a reason.
I have been known to be a unlucky symbol in this world. No matter where I go, I get shunned out of society. I’m just a stray. A stray that knows how to live in the outside world. No house to live in, no free food, no special grooming, the list goes on.  But how I live, kind of fits this darkness that surrounds me.
My name is Peter, and I’m no ordinary black cat. Sometimes I wonder if that means anything anymore.