A Click Against the Glass

A sudden tremor stirred through my limbs. I felt the hard, white ridge beneath my talons and crouched low, testing my weight. With a low, rasping hiss, I tilted forward. Directly behind me, flat figures clung to the transparent barrier. I lunged a clawed hand out in a swift burst, tapping the cold surface right over the edge of a pixelated sticker. A sharp, hollow click echoed back. I pulled back, settling firmly into my crouch against the sill, senses fully primed.