The wind blew softly. A lost cat was wandering the land. She did not know how she get there, nor did she know why. Snow accumulated under her, her paws becoming more frozen with each passing second. Her fur could simply not combat this intense cold. The wind rustled the last bit of leaves, but the wind was even more cold than the temperature. Small houses were arranged onto a single street, where everything was crowded together. The houses were very intricate. Their roofs were long, jagged peaks along like mountains. Snow was nestled on top of each house, and all the trees were letting go of their leaves.

Snow infiltrated the lost cats fur, and she wondered if her owners were already putting up Missing Pet posters. There was a immense mountain just ahead, past the store. It’s snowy peak curved and sharp. Trees were alongside of the mountain, but it was simply too steep for them to grow on the edge of it. There was no one roaming the streets—something the lost cat was not familiar with. Perhaps they had all disappeared. Ice was forming on the ground, and the lost cat sprawled out its paws, sliding around. The lost cat jumped in the air, only to land on its feet and slide along the ground even further. Snow almost covered her line of sight completely, and she could make out little shadows within the snow. She heard music playing, soft, peaceful music—but it was like nothing she had ever heard before. There was a small building on the far right corner, almost covered in snow. The music only grew louder. Now, the lost cat began to wonder if she would ever find her way home. 

Entering the building, the lost cats eyes widened. It was people, but they looked strange. The people themselves were covered in ice. Their bodies moved so gracefully with the music, a women twisting around as another boy caught her. The ground of the building was also ice. Some ice pieces were jagged and stuck up from the ground, creating an almost spike-like effect. The cat slid on the ground quickly. The lost cat quickly ducked as she slid under someone, just narrowly missing the body of the person. How could these people move if they were made of ice. They seemed to be happy being so cold, but the lost cat however, was miserable. She couldn’t recall how she had gotten there, but the memory popped into her head. 

The lost cat had just escaped her home. She was in search of a new life. It was warm outside, and the sun was shining. The lost cat ran down the road, the heat scorching her paws. Sweat dripped from her face, but the lost cat kept going. The lost cat suddenly stopped. A huge pothole was in the road. It looked like a gigantic hole that never ended—it was something the lost cat had never seen before. The lost cat stuck her paws out to feel if it was just water. She didn’t touch anything. She touched air. Then, a wind gust blew. Her body that was already hanging off  into the hole fell down. The lost cat dropped down for what felt like ages, with nothing but darkness. The lost cat looked up at where she had fallen in, but she couldn’t see any light. The air grew colder, and suddenly, snow began dropping down into her fur. The lost cat fell into a cold, powdery hill—or maybe it wasn’t a hill. The lost cat jumped out of the pile of snow, now covered in the cold substance. The lost cat was now seemingly in a completely different world. 

The lost cat snapped back to reality, finding herself sliding uncontrollably toward an ice wall. She scurried to a stop, quickly maneuvering her paws in a different direction, sending her flying out the door and back out into the new world. It was then that the cat realized that this world was an exact opposite of hers. It was cold here, it was icy, it was snowing. The lost cat began to question if she really wanted to stay. The sky was dark, and she could make out a tiny white dot—the pothole she had entered from, only there was nothing she could do to get back up. Then, the lost cat looked toward the mountain. The mountain—that was it. She needed to climb the mountain! The lost cat began to sprint along the icy ground, quickly sliding and slipping on it. The lost cat was determined to get back to her world. Making her way up the mountain, the cat dodged the trees that seemed to sprout from everywhere. Small trunks rose up into tall, pine trees. But even the pine trees were almost out of pines. The stench of pine filled the air. The lost cat maneuvered up the mountain, almost loosing balance and sliding back down. The cat suddenly started to fall backward. She quickly dug her paws into the ice and began climbing her way up the mountain instead. She had almost reached the very snowy peak. Snow blinded her sight, but she kept trudging along, moving one claw st a time. Then, she touched something cold. It was snow. The lost cat stood on the top of the motivation, her claws dug into the ice for support. And with a powerful jump, with the pothole just ahead, she managed to get back up to her world. Her paws immediately warmed. 

She looked out into the sunny sky, almost glad she had escaped the freezing cold land. The lost cat—not lost anymore, stumbled upon her owners. With open arms, they hugged her, and the cat was filled with joy. She was truly home.