The sky over head was beginning to cover with ominous dark clouds. They spoke of rain to come, and a lot of it. I gazed at the scene in front of me, the horror of it still pulsing through me as a large thunderclap sounded, then died off as quickly as it had come. I cringed as yowls of triumph arose in the distance. Are they coming back?!, I thought, panic surging through me once again. I dove for a small shrub on the edge of the wood line, attempting to hide myself. Then I realized the yowls were fading, as if they were getting farther away. I slowly crawled out of my hiding spot, still frightened and pausing at every strange sound. I stood up and silently padded over to a large cracked boulder. There in front of it lay the broken body of my mother, her fur matted, bloody and torn. A lump formed in my throat and I found it hard to breathe. Tears threatened to overwhelm me, and my claws involuntarily started flexing.
I attempted to take a step, but every move I made proved to be too much. I collapsed to the ground still fighting back tears. I hissed in anger and buried my head into my chest. It started raining. It hit me and soaked into my fur, but I was numb to it. I stood up, anger and hate fueling my actions. I dashed over to the lifeless body of my mother, forcing my nose as deep into her cold, wet flank as I could, trying to catch the last of her warm scent. But the rain had washed it away. I pulled away from her and stared into her lifeless green eyes. "You didn't have to die!" I hissed to her, hoping she would here me and wake up, "You didn't have to...if you had just let me fight..." A single tear rolled down my face, to the edge of my whisker, then fell, falling unnoticed amidst the rain. "What am I supposed to do now?! You're gone, and I'm alone! Where do I go from here?" I yowled, looking up into the sky. I was answered by a brilliant lightning flash and a roll of thunder. I shook my head, frustrated, and took off into the woods.
I ran blindly, tears now streaming down my face, my sodden fur clinging to my body. The marshy ground made it hard to run, but I kept going, not caring how hard it was, I just had to get away. I continued to run until I was forced to stop from a lack of breath. I collapsed where I was, not caring at that point. My heart beat gradually slowed as I recovered, however slowly. The rain had stopped, but the sun still could not penetrate the darkness of the clouds above.
My mind still reeled of what had happened. I was unable to comprehend it well enough to understand. I stood up, baring my teeth angrily and hissing to myself that it was my fault mother had been killed. If i had just fought... I tightly closed my eyes, holding the tears back again. I opened them up and forcing the tears away, I looked around at my surroundings, trying to distract myself. There were many gentle hills rolling out to my left, the darkness of the day making them appear morbid and unwelcoming. I looked to my right. Deciduous woodland dominated the land that way. Suddenly the moor doesn't seem so unwelcoming, compared to the forest... There was a sudden movement in the tree line. I froze, terrified.
I saw the lithe shapes of two cats working their way toward me. I darted in the other direction, toward the woodland. "Hey!" I heard one call, a she-cat. I ignored her and kept running, blood and paw pounding filling my ears. The scenery blurred by me as I ran, faster and faster. I spotted a dip in the ground with a bramble bush in front of it.
My pelt should blend well with that, I thought, making a dash for it. I skidded to a stop and squeezed myself into the dip and lay there, waiting.
I saw one cat come over and stop on the gentle rise of the hill I had dashed down moments before. I strained my ears toward him, trying to hear if he was saying anything. "I guess he's gone..." the strange cat was whispering to himself, his light pelt silhouetting against the dark horizon. Then he looked right at me. There is no way he see's me! I started panicking, not knowing what I would do if he came down, for I was not able to turn myself around it was so tight under the bush. Suddenly, the strange cat turned and disappeared from sight. I sighed, relief being an understatement. Not being able to turn, I began to squirm and struggle, trying to back my way out. After I was out, a voice sounded behind me and I froze. "You're coming with us." It was the she-cat. I slowly turned to face her. The she-cat towered over me, her ginger fur blowing with the wind, her claws unsheathed, teeth bared, daring me to make a run for it.