^ looks like turd I know. I'm gonna redo it sometime in forever.

There once was a cat and a wolf, living in a urban city, on the roads, wild and roaming. The cat was pure white, and eyes dark indigo that shone in the reflection of the moon beautifully. His fur was smooth and silky although he lived in the streets, and he looked like any ordinary cat.

The wolf however. His fur was soot black, thick and fluffy, and his eyes, were pure white and glowed in the darkness, a light in the shadows. He was unblemished, and had no injuries or scars whatsoever.

The wolf would often gaze at the cat longingly, his furry tail sweeping left and right, his head tilted slightly. The cat however, had a different perspective on him. Whenever he saw the wolf, he would back away, running towards the nearest shadows for comfort, his posture indicating fear and apprehension.

The wolf was disappointed that he didn't want to be friends. He desperately wanted to know the cat, but the cat, as the phrase goes, the cat was a scary cat. He never dared to go more than a few metres of the wolf, and indigo eyes would always be on him warily, body ready to flee at the slightest indication the wolf would pounce.

But the wolf refused to give up.

Slowly, the wolf snuck into shops, and stole fish and other foods he knew cats enjoyed. He then monitored the cat, seeing where he went every night to crash, and would leave fish or another food at his doorstop, a peace treaty. Then, with wide, unblinking eyes, he would hide under a bush, and wait until the cat came. He was completely still, but his tail twitched nervously occasionally.

The cat came, slinking, his eyes narrowed as he detected the smell of fish. He prowled towards it, examining it, but never touching it. He slowly went closer to the fish, prodding it gently with a snow-white paw. Sniffing it carefully, he proceeded to eat a mouthful, and noting that nothing was amiss, he ate the rest. This continued, day after day, either fish, a toy, or some other whimsical present, given from the black wolf to the white cat.

Until, one day, the wolf was caught in the act. Being a curious animal, he, similar to the wolf, hid near his abode and waited for the present to arrive. He saw it all. He saw how the wolf painstakingly snuck a fresh salmon from the nearest fishmonger, how he ran here, with the fish placed carefully in his jaws, saw how he placed it gently down on the floor ,like it was a vase that could shatter any minute. The cat then slowly, cautiously, crawled out of his hiding place, to confront the wolf. The wolf, seeing him, froze in place, next to the fish placed on the semi dirt and gravel floor. His tail curled up, a black cloud, and swept left and right slowly, as if calming his nerves. The purple eyed cat ranged closer, his white tail brushing the wolf accidentally. The cat finally realized the wolf, didn't come with an evil intent, but just wanted to be friends. He leaned in to the wolf.

And brought their muzzles together. His flat nose touched the wolf's pointed snout, white against white. They nuzzled each other for a brief moment, before breaking apart. The wolf blinked happily, barking softly and his tail thumped the floor, creating small clouds of dust to fly up. The cat mewed in response, giving a kitty smile.

At that moment, a friendship was born.

From then on, their relationship progressed rapidly. The cat began returning the wolf with gifts he knew he would enjoy, and they began hanging out together. Their favourite time was during midnight. They would sit, on the green grass untouched by humans, and gaze at the moon, side by side, hearing each others strong heatbeats.

One night, they were staring contentedly at the moon like they always do, when the cat, his eyes reflecting the moonlight, drifted his tail towards the wolfs, entwining them together. The wolf yipped happily in response, curling his fluffy tail around the felines thin one.

The wolf leaned forward, and they touched muzzles again, two silhouettes in the murky backdrop with stars twinkling high above the world so high.

_writers note_

I don't even. I. I don't know.

You guys can probably guess which ship this is about lol. I tried a new writing style. Eh.