Lovely Distractions

Creeping quietly through the cattails Natha peered into the pond, golden eyes gleaming at the glisten of sun off of ice.  The afternoon brought with it the sun on a brisk winter day but the bitter wind kept everything frigid and the ice locked solid over the lake.  It was thinner on the edges but that was of little use to the cat.  Carefully she backed up and then took a running leap, bursting through the decaying cattails and sliding right onto the icy surface of the lake.  Large paws unsheathed razor claws as Natha got her grip on the surface.  Carefully standing she shook out her coat and absently licked at her left paw before peering down into the icy surface.  Were there any fish here?  Any lovely little fishies?  She chuckled to herself knowing full well she probably wasn't going to catch any.  She just wanted to watch them for the entertainment.