Quiet like the Snow
Hello, everyone! If you've stumbled across this story, make sure you know that this is a SEQUEL to my previous story, The Broken Cat. So yeah, read that story first!
And to those who've read The Broken Cat, thanks for reading! And I hope you like this story just as much as the last!
Chapter 1: She's Back
Katy looked up at the stars, her blue eyes reflecting the moon. She was thinking about her life, and what had become of it. Is this all I was created for? Katy thought. A pet? Lost in thought, Katy didn't hear the door to her twoleg house open.
"Katy!" her twoleg called, making Katy jump. She turned her head around to look at her twoleg, an old female with a wrinkly face and trembling bones. Katy ran up to her, and purred when she was patted on the head.
"Good girl," the twoleg crooned. "You frightened me. I was starting to think you had gotten lost in the forest."
Katy didn't know what her twoleg was saying, so she pressed her head lovingly against her twolegs hand, purring louder. The twolegs name was Margaret, and she had adopted Katy nearly two years ago. However much Katy thought about her uneventful life, she loved Margaret, and she loved her house. It was always full of warm cat food and soft beds, a comfortable place for Katy to live. She opened her eyes into slits, and caught a glimpse of the forest beyond Margaret's fence. The dark forest seemed to stretch forever, the moon casting an eerie glow over the treetops. Katy turned her head away, and followed her twoleg into the house.
The dark forest remained still.
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Katy woke up to the sound of jingling cat food. Blinking open her eyes, Katy saw Margaret standing over her, shaking her cat dish. Katy jumped up excitedly, belly growling with hunger. Margaret set the dish down for her, then walked away to prepare a bowl of milk. Katy ate the food gratefully, and meowed happily when Margaret set down the milk. Katy lapped it up in minutes, relishing the feeling of the cold milk against the dry cat food on her tongue. Satisfied, Katy walked away, her belly full. She pushed her way out of her cat flap, blinking her eyes against the morning sun.
"Good morning, Katy!"
Katy turned her head to find the source of the voice. Tom, a dark brown well, tom stood high on the fence separating their yards.
"Good morning!" Katy called back, smiling as she remembered the way Tom had introduced himself to her during the first time they met. Hi, I'm Tom the tom.
"Isn't it a nice day?" Tom purred as he leaped down from his fence and into Katy's yard.
"It's wonderful," Katy exclaimed, rubbing her paws on the damp grass. Tom ruffled his fur, letting the slight breeze fluff it up. "I had the goofiest dream last night," Tom mused.
"Was it about that darned mouse again?"
"Surprisingly, no," Tom said, then stopped talking altogether. Katy figured he must have lost his train of thought thinking about his mouse dream, because he stood there with his mouth dangling open.
"Tom," Katy snapped. Tom snapped out of his trance at once. "Sorry. Anyways, no I didn't have that lousy mouse dream again. It was about that alley we visited a few weeks ago."
Katy knew exactly what he was talking about. A few weeks ago they had gone exploring, and came upon this filthy alley. Dirty looking cats were everywhere. Katy and Tom had sat behind a pile of bricks, and watched the cats. A grisly looking black kit had seemed to be leading them, sitting on top of a hill literally screaming at the others. He had this disgusting collar of teeth around his neck, like some of the others sitting in the crowd. Katy remembered vividly the way fear shot through her bones as the black kit locked eyes with hers. That's when she turned and ran away, vowing to never return to the alley again.
"Did you dream about that horrid kit?" Katy asked, revolted from being dragged into those memories again.
"No. I dreamed I was living at the alley. I had a collar of teeth around my neck and everything," Tom shook his head, revolted. "It was so gross, Katy."
"I can imagine," Katy replied. "Well at least it wasn't real."
"Yeah," Tom said. "But what if it was?"
Katy stared at him. "What do you mean?" she asked. Tom shrugged. "I don't know… what if it was real? I don't know why I would dream about it."
"Were you thinking about it before you went to sleep?" Katy asked. "Cause that could be why you dreamt it."
Tom sighed shaking his head. "Oh whatever," he said. "It was just a dream."
"Yeah," Katy said, losing interest. "Now anyways, what do you want to do today? You can come over if you want; Margaret's watching a TV show about lions."
"I don't like lions," Tom said. "They scare me."
Katy snorted, making Tom defensively shrug his shoulders.
"Do you want to go exploring?" Tom asked, clearly trying to get Katy to forget about the lions. "We could go adventure through the forest."
"We did that yesterday," Katy sighed. "Remember I had to help you back home because you sprained your paw?"
"I did not sprain my paw," Tom said, obviously lying. "I was resting it."
"Of course you did," Katy opened her mouth to say something else but was cut off as another voice entered their conversation.
"Hello!" Harry called. Katy turned her head to see Harry wobbling on the top of the fence.
"Why did no one come see if I wanted to hang out?" Harry asked glumly. "I'm always being left out of these things."
Katy held in her giggle as Harry tried to jump gracefully of the fence but just succeeded into falling headfirst into a bush.
"We didn't mean to not include you, Harry," Tom said as Harry regained himself. "We just woke up ourselves."
Katy liked Harry, but she got the feeling that he was lonely sometimes. Whenever he caught Katy and Tom talking together, he always accused them of excluding him.
"Oh, okay," Harry said, forgetting his glumness at once. "Did you have that dream again, Tom?"
Katy groaned as Tom launched himself into the story about his mouse dream even though he didn't have it.
"Wow," Harry marveled. "That story never gets old no matter how many times you tell it."
"I beg to differ," Katy muttered. Tom shot her a look, which Katy ignored. "What are your plans for the day, Harry?" she asked.
"My twolegs are taking me to the vet again," Harry sighed. "I think it's because I broke one of their chairs."
"Why would they take you to the vet because of that?" Tom scoffed.
"Because it broke when I jumped on it," Harry said sadly. "I think my twolegs think I'm fat."
"You're not fat," Katy lied. "You just have big muscles." Katy knew for a fact that Harry got tuckered out as easily as walking across his yard.
"Maybe your right," Harry said, brightening. "I mean, look at me. I'm the strongest one here!"
Tom hid his laugh in a cough, making Katy snicker.
"Maybe they're taking me to the vet because I'm too strong," Harry suggested.
"Whatever you say, Harry," Katy giggled.
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Katy woke up in the middle of the night, the hairs on her back standing straight up. What's going on, Katy thought, confused. She stood up from her warm bed, looking around.
Everything was dark.
Katy slowly walked around the kitchen, her pupils slowly dilating. Her ears grew more sensitive, making Katy able to hear Margaret breathing deeply as she slept a few doors down.
Then she heard it again.
A long, sorrowful cry coming from the front door. Katy slowly walked towards the door, her ears flattening as the cry echoed around the kitchen again. Katy jumped silently onto a table, and peered out of the window. A filthy white she cat stood there, her pelt streaked with dirt and scars. Katy's eyes widened in fear as she noticed the revolting collar of teeth around her neck. Then the cat stood up, placing her front paws on the door. Katy gasped.
She had only three legs.
Then the she-cat opened her mouth to cry, her hollow screams echoing eerily in Katys ears.
