Writing Doodle 010 - CatTron

Gracie loved lights. Absolutely loved them. She simply couldn't help herself around lights and almost always ended up chasing after them, a gleam in her green eyes. When the orange light whizzed past her, she had no other option than to chase after it. It moved so sporadically, and she didn't understand it. Until it turned around, and, following it, she saw her own trail of light. Blue. The orange light was chasing her blue light as she was chasing it! It would be an endless game of cat and mouse as they pounced at one another's light trails, attempting to capture them beneath their paws. The orange light whizzed towards Gracie's blue trail, let his paws capture the light, and suddenly, he was gone. Gracie had won, being the last cat standing. With all her fur standing on end, Gracie picked a cautious path to the celebratory bowl of cream on the edge of the grid.