The black cats were on the tree and they were eating mice. They were very hungry and they wanted to eat more mice, but there were no mice in sight. The black cats decided to climb down from the tree and go hunting for some mice.

The first one said, "I'm going to go hunting for mice." And then he climbed down from the tree and went hunting for some mice.

After a while, he came back with some mice in his mouth and he gave them to his friends so they could eat them too!

It was a dark night, and the moon was full.

The black cat on the tree was afraid. The moonlight cast shadows that made it look like there were more cats than there actually were, and the cat could not see what was under him. He had never seen so many cats before, or any cats at all for that matter. He had been born in this tree and had never left it until now.

"I'm going home," he said to himself as he jumped down from the tree and ran back to his house as fast as he could go. He didn't know why he did it but he just felt like something bad would happen if he stayed out too late tonight.

The night was dark and full of terrors. The moon was high in the sky, casting its pale glow over the land. The only sounds were the creaking of tree branches as they swayed in the breeze, and the occasional howl of a wolf in the distance.

Then, out of nowhere, there was a rustle of leaves behind me. I whirled around and was greeted by two glowing eyes staring back at me. The cat had a patch over one eye and its tail was twisted in an unnatural way. It looked hungry; its stomach rumbled with hunger pains as it stared at me with those bright yellow eyes. But I couldn't help but notice its beautiful fur: thick, soft, and white like snowfall.

And then without warning or provocation (I swear), it attacked! It leapt straight at my face with its claws outstretched, but before I could even think about running away or fighting back—the cat disappeared! A gust of wind swept through the forest clearing where we stood just moments before; all that remained was a pile of ashes where my attacker once stood."

A black cat sat on the tree, overlooking the street. It was a full moon and the cat was staring at the sky.

The cat was thinking about his life, his past and his future. He had been through a lot of things in his life, but he had never thought that he would find himself in this situation.

He looked down at the street below him and saw a couple walking together hand-in-hand. The girl was beautiful and she looked happy with her boyfriend. She smiled as she looked at him, which made him feel good about himself.

He wondered if he would ever find someone who would love him as much as that girl seemed to love her boyfriend. He felt jealous for a moment and then he remembered that he had something better than that: his freedom!

The first time I saw a black cat on the tree, it was in the dead of night. The moon was full and bright in the sky, casting its light down on everything below.

I had been driving home from work late one night when I saw it: a black cat sitting on top of a tree, staring down at me. It just sat there and watched as I drove past it—and even though I couldn't see its eyes in the dark, I felt like it was looking right into my soul.

I don't know if this cat always sits on that same tree or if he just happened to be there that night—but ever since then, whenever I drive by that same spot at night, he's still there.

It's kind of weird, but… well… it makes me feel safe somehow.