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prologue
The deafening silence stretched on as a Russian blue and beige chimera tom-cat with mis-matched splotches stared at the gruesome sight. The smell of blood lingered in the air, as a gray plump she-cat with white paws and slate spots lay there on the grass, her eyes rolled up into the back of her head, red liquid oozing from her bite mark onto the ground; staining the grass and onto the tom-cat’s paws, a remainder of the events that unfolded. Every sound that was nearby, and his surroundings, were heavy, as if a huge boulder covered the area. The trees were screaming at him; the birch markings on them seemed like eyes watching from every direction--taking in every moment that passed. Spectrestorm, the tom-cat couldn’t think of anything coherent to say, but one partial thought occurred to him.
What have you done?
Spectrestorm took a big step back from the she-cat’s twisted, and lifeless corpse that laid in front of him. Mousebrain! He cursed at himself, as he could only watch the memories replay in his mind. What was he going to do? He needed to cover this up, and make sure nobody was perceiving them from a distance behind those birch trees.
He picked up the cat’s corpse, by her scruff in his jaws, and padded off cautiously—to the nearby stream of water, to wash his paws and dispose of the corpse by dumping her in the river.
As he left, a shadow rushed past, behind the thicket of the observing forest.
Someone saw. Someone witnessed.