A Gentle Slide

A soft click traveled down my spine. One joint moved, then another. I paused, taking in the smooth, cool plane beneath my toes. Ahead sat a tall grey figure with a sword, and right beside my tail lay a yellow screen. Slowly, deliberately, I tested my front claw against the dark surface. It slid forward with a faint scraping whisper. I nudged the edge of the grey figure's base, confirming its stillness, and rested my chin flat against the cool tabletop.