The Unluckiest Cat
Darting from shadow to shadow, slinking from cover to cover. A thief in the night, the eclipse's perpetual twilight brings endless opportunities. Twisting and turning like ribbon caught in the wind, no normal spine could stand the odd angles and pressure brought on by this. Scurrying up drainage pipes, working through open grates exploiting any weakness. Like your favourite contortionist's contortionist it loops, folds and flattens finding ways into anywhere.
Once it finds the sleeping target it begins its work. Slowly, gently it wraps them in its feline centipede form. Like a maggot in a wound it injects misfortune into its prey. A wound that starts to cause ill luck in small doses. Dropping plates, tripping on a crack, dropping a silver down a hole. The target only becomes even more unlucky over time. The wound festers and the effects increase spreading out to everyone around them.
With time communities will remove these living omens believing them to be cursed. They board them up and shut them off taking drastic measures lest the curse fall upon others. With no hope and only misery left, at the bleakest possible moment the cat comes to feast. It swirls around the victim like a furred anaconda, each paw caressing curves. It slowly squeezes the misery and hopelessness out of them, wringing them dry.
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