The night Hunt.

Luna soared over the sleeping beasts as she did every night, she flew to the hunting spot and caught sight of a Tigermoth.

The Cheshire Cat lay under the full moon and watched a fruit bat flying aimlessly around the forest.
The scots pine reached for the sky and threw shadows over the snow that echoed the earth that lay beneath.
There is no fruit here.
The Cheshire Cat grinned.

She zoomed to the tigermoth. "Munch!" She eyed a grinning cat below. She swopped down. "Can I help you?" She asked in her echoy voice.

I doubt that anyone that feeds on moths that are stupid enough to fly toward an artificial light can help me.
I only accept help from a power greater than I am and so far you have not displayed anything that attracts me.
The moon holds many secrets that I reflect in my eyes.
The night holds darkness and the world I see.