Hi, everyone! It's Maplestar again. I've been requested to do a sequel for my previous story. Thank you so much for all of the positive (and negative) comments!! I luffs you all! I promise that this one will be a bit happier than the last one. Thank you so much for reading! Hope you like the new one 3
Prologue
A small black figure slipped out form the cover of the bushes and sniffed around cautiously. When it saw that the coast was clear, it motioned its tail for the others to follow. A few more black figures came out as well, their skinless tails trailing out behind them as their pink feet hit the ground.
"Is it safe?" one of them asked.
"What? You don't trust my judgment?" the first one growled.
"No, it's just that—"
"Okay, then shut up!" the first spat. The other was silent and the group carried on. They weaved their way around logs and fallen leaves, and then came to an area where there were no leaves. They all looked above their heads to see endless pines. It was dark underneath them, and it could probably keep them well disguised.
"What's that smell?" a pregnant one said.
"Don't stop!" The first bared his teeth at her and she shrank back, and then continued to walk. They finally came to a clearing. Their black pelts blended well with the darkness of the night, and they walked through it. The smell got stronger and finally, the first saw a huge sleeping figure.
"Go!" he growled. They all stopped. "I'll handle this." The rest all scurried to the cover of the trees and waited. The first turned back to the sleeping creature and took in its scent. He recognized that scent…
"Retreat!" he yelled. The thing that had been sleeping lifted its head in alarm. The first began to run, looking over his shoulder. The creature got up and chased after it, its claws shining brightly in the moonlight. The first ran as fast as he could, but then felt a searing pain in his tail. He looked back again and saw the creature clinging onto it. He let out a shrill cry, but the creature didn't let go.
The creature's pointed ears flattened to its head and it bared its huge fangs. Then it brought its paw up to his back and its teeth to his throat. He screamed for mercy, but the creature's fangs had already sunk into the back of his neck, just allowing him to let out a gurgled moan.
The cat got up, licking blood from her jaws, and then looked down at the dead body.
"Rats," she said to herself aloud.