<strong>Catherine Elizabeth</strong><br/><br/>After some time she had managed to finish a crude shovel. She had transformed back to her human appearance at some point in time but she could not remember exactly when. Her hands worked softening the edges while she look around, the wind blew her hair across her shoulders and she realized that the sun was setting and things were about to start bustling. Many were’s had at least a semi-nocturnal if not fully nocturnal schedule. Being a cat she was most active at night naturally though digging was an activity best reserved for the daylight hours she felt. It wasn’t that she could not dig now, but she felt the need to see others, perhaps her clan would strike up some music or dancing. She loved nights where they celebrated living and all the wonders nature had to share with them, here they were safe to do that each and every night.<br/><br/>With a swift movement she plunged the shovel into the ground where she would start digging tomorrow and started jogging to where she knew her clan was, she was inclined to smile but she couldn’t let her pack mates think she had grown soft so she set her face to a look of determination. If they weren’t singing or dancing, well she would start it herself this night. It would be good for them she decided. She nodded politely to those were’s she saw along the way, a polite greeting.<br/><br/>She was relieved when she got to her grandpa’s current campsite and people had already started to gather and many had their instruments out. “No music on such a fine evening?”<br/>“They await the others child, is that how you greet your grandfather?” The man asked in a solemn tone.<br/><br/>There was no particular word for the cross between a leap and a skip she used to cross the last steps to her grandfather and give him a hug but none of those watching were surprised, they had seen this banter uncountable times before. “I was just asking old man, nothing wrong with that.” Serious as she try to make her tone she could not hide the sparkle in her eye. Perhaps even the other were’s would join them in the music and dancing. She was not the best instrumentalist in her clan by far nor the best dancer but she loved to dance and she would let the music move her from within. It was one of the greatest joys of the living she thought, to dance and to love.<br/><br/>She tapped her foot in barely contained impatience awaiting the music to start, just when she thought she could not bear a single moment more of waiting, one person started by setting a beat on the drums and she didn’t even wait for anyone else to join in before she was on her feet and dancing around the very conservative cooking fire that would serve as their bonfire for the night. Her hair flew about wildly as it tried to keep up with the swift movements. “Louder people, let’s invite all our friends to join us shall we?” she heard the deep rumbling of her father’s laughing moments before they kicked the music up a few notches. About time the rest of her family showed up she thought to herself before tuning out everything but the music.<br/>