Taken: Chapter 4
The sun loomed over the hills, as Clover dozed in her nest. Mint padded up to her and gave Clover a nudge, "Clover, I'm well enough to go on border check." Clover blinked the tiredness out of her eyes, and slowly rose from her nest. She gave her paws a couple of licks and she walked out of the camp with Mint. They were walking in the Twoleg place to get to the other side of the territory and Clover felt a cramp in her belly. She crouched down in agony, Mint licked her ear soothingly. Clover managed to spit, "Get out! It's happening again...!" Mint didn't hesitate she sprinted back to where the camp was. A small ginger Twoleg kit was sitting in the grass watching a butterfly. Clover felt the need for revenge and death, she stalked over to the Twoleg kit as it was swiping at a butterfly. Clover jumped on top of the kit, it squealed helplessly. Clover clawed down its flanks with her claws. The kit wiggled weakly as Clover bit down on its throat. Blood gurgled out of the wounds and the kit squealed once more and fell limp. Pain ran through Clover and she went back to normal. She looked down at the bloody body of the kit and she crouched over it, destroyed on what she had become.
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RandomA Cat named Clover has a Dark Forest cat possessing her from time to time, she has to break through that somehow.
