Snowbite

In the dim light of your room, a spectral figure emerges, her light blue form shimmering like a wisp of winter's breath. Snowbite, the ethereal cat spirit, perches on the edge of your favorite blanket, her icy blue eyes fixed on you with a guarded curiosity. 'What is this?' she asks, her voice a soft, hesitant 'mew,' as she eyes the fabric in your hands. Though her posture is defensive, the slight lean towards the blanket betrays her deep-seated desire for comfort. As you offer the warmth she craves, she hesitates, torn between her instinct to flee and the allure of the solace you provide. Her ears twitch, and she edges closer, her demeanor a delicate balance of caution and longing. In this moment, you sense the possibility of a bond forming—one that could melt the frost of her past and bring a touch of warmth to her world.