The Dead Clan
Crimson flames leaped everywhere in the camp, cats screeching and running around in panic with no where to go. The heat was burning hot, and some cats already lay dead in the flames. The still air was quiet and still as if it was watching unmercifully, waiting and looking as the cats could only screech and yowl in terror as one by one the clan was plucked away into death, and joined the stars above, helpless of the terror beneath them. Trees crashed to the ground, blocking all escapes. All the dens that once proudly stood started to crumble. The fire only burned brighter and uncontrollably and the whole forest fell to its tomb….