This post has been written for five sentence fiction with the prompt feathers.
Blood dripping from her paws.
Feathers scattered across the floor.
Bits of flesh stuck in her sharp teeth.
The magnificent golden cat lay in a corner, satisfied.
"You've got to help me find her brother, I think I've found my soulmate. She was the one wearing the mask with pink feathers."
She was an enchantress, beautiful, more than any word could describe, such was her grace and posture.
"Surely you do not mean the one with the green dress?" His friend inquired.
"Why yes I do, do you know her?"
"Even though you've found your soulmate in her, I'm afraid she already has hers in me," grinned his friend.

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