Nothing stirred, or moved. No paw steps echoed across the land, no birds fluttered across the sky, no squirrels jumped from tree to tree... it was silent. But not deathly silent. It was calm.
It was truly a peaceful night.
In a camp clearing, cats slept blissfully. Soft snoring was heard from dens, mostly from the nursery.
Then, a figure aroused.
It was tiny. Probably only a kit. It yawned, showing its tiny teeth. It stepped into a patch of moonlight, revealing its brownish coat. It was a she.
The she-kit looked around excitedly, and smirked with satisfaction. She took in all the familiar sights and smells, and almost squeaked with excitement. But she stayed quiet.
The kit suddenly ran into the forest, her little paw steps barely heard. She did not run too far, though; she got exhausted quite quickly.
She stopped near a stream, which was quite close to camp. She stopped and took a sip, then continued onward.
It's so quiet here, the she-kit though to herself, wondering why there was no noise, like in the morning.
She stumbled onto a branch, and tripped. She yelped.
The brown kit stood up, and skipped forward. But something was wrong now... but she couldn't quite place it.
She shuffled with nervousness. Somehow, it felt like some cat's gaze was piercing into her fur.
Was she being watched?
Nah, she shook that thought off.
Suddenly, a shaft of moonlight showed a beautiful scene. She gasped quietly.
There were three large rocks, each different from the rest. One was red, one was golden, and one was bluish gray. Surrounding the rocks, there was a river, reeds an roses. Tall grass grew everywhere! There were a few bushes here and there, too.
She laughed, and ran through the tall grass. She rolled around playfully, giggling loudly.
This was life!
She stared at the huge rocks - which were ten times bigger than her - I awe. She started to climb onto the rocks, but slipped and fell each time.
Finally, she was able to climb on the smallest rock: the gray one. She stood on top of it, proud of her achievement. She was tempted to yell.
Suddenly, the scent of cat wafted towards her nose. The kit sniffed in fear. Had someone found her?
Then, a she felt pain down her back. She yelped. "YAA-" paws trapped, and she whimpered in fear. "Momma!"
"Mommy's not here." The figure chuckled. "Mommy is never here."
And then, claws dug into the little kit's throat. She tried to yell, but it came out as a gurgle. She tried to suck in a breath, but choked on her own blood.
"Good bye." Those were the last words she heard before her vision went black.
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Mystery / Thriller"Terror will reign. Thorns and leaves will spill scarlet blood upon the very ground, and ravens will shoot across the sky. And amidst it all, a dove will fly." *** Scarletpaw strives to be the best, but fails everytime. Everyone looks at her as if...
