Fluffy Monster

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It had been two months since he was reborn. He became cat, a rather ordinary one at first. For the past two months, the mother cat was hunting by herself to feed her three kittens.

He never experienced hunting with her, ever. He stayed only at their little cavern with his two other siblings, whom he liked to call 'Gray' and 'Black', according to their color. He decided on a temporary name for himself as well- Kolt. Gray and Kolt were male and Black was female.

Kolt stayed with his two other siblings in the den sleeping all day long and, if not sleeping, then playing with each other.

He was woken up one night along with his siblings. Their mother woke them from their nap, wanting to take them along on a hunt.

That was the first time that Kolt had exited the cave in his new life, mother cat never allowed him outside. They were walking through a forest, thick and leafy.

The forest ended at a pasture not far from the den, where the mother cat had been getting the food to feed her offspring all this time.

Kolt never had been taken to hunt with his mother, it wasn't anything he would have expected. There was only one lone bull in the field grazing on the grass.

It had its head turned away from them, unaware of their stalking presence. The mother cat silently approached the bull, creeping towards it with sharp teeth curling from her mouth.

Kolt thought to himself, "How can a cat take down a bull?".

He was in for a surprise. The mother cat, slowly stalking the bull in the field, had begun to grow larger. Her teeth grew longer, her claws grew longer, two massive horns sprouted from behind her ears. At the tip of the tail is a large bone-like edge sharpened to a fine point.

The mother cat was now twice the size of the bull, looming over her prey as her three kittens watched. Kolt never expected a simple feral cat to transform into a horrendous beast. He took great enjoyment in watching his mother bite down on the bull.

A deep and loud squeal was heard along with the sounds of crushing bones. The mother cat, with the carcass, gripped within her jaws, approached her three kittens waiting eagerly for her.

She dropped the brutally mutilated corpse to the ground. Guts and broken bits of bone spilled out.
As Kolt stared at the bloody mess, his stomach grumbled.

His two siblings began to devour the meat, drink the blood, and crunch on the bones. He was the last to begin eating, his human mind could only control his beastly hunger so much.

As he ate, he marveled at the fearsome monstrosity that he called his mother, gazing at him. She was a terrifying beast. Sharp teeth, curling horns, glowing red eyes, giant claws, these features were enough to scare the life out of anybody.

Before long, all that remained of the bull was a stain of its blood on the grass, not even a skeleton remained.
They left the pasture and headed back to the forest, returning to the cave where they resided.

In the corner of Kolt's eye, there was a small trail etched in the forest grass. He had no time to follow the trail, the mother cat was often strict and worrying and often did not allow any of her children out of sight whenever she was around. Still, he managed to keep a mental note of where he found the trail, planning to return to it once the opportunity arrives.

He continued to form a plan as they trudged through the wood, a plan to find out where the trail leads.

When they returned to the den, Kolt did nothing but wait for the perfect opportunity; when everybody was asleep.