ninnietars alternative storys

I padded back inside through the front door crack, seeking shelter after a long day in the yard. In the dim hallway, a colossal dark figure suddenly rose along the baseboard! A mysterious challenger had arrived to test my vigilance. I dropped into an iron crane stance, raising one paw high—and the phantom mirrored my exact posture without hesitation. I feinted with a sharp karate chop toward the wall; it matched me stroke for stroke in eerie silence. We stood locked in a tense standoff until I noticed the beast possessed the very same round ears as me. Truly, my own shadow has formidable discipline.