I slowly stalked through the underbrush, barely making a sound. It was dark and I was completely invisible to the mouse I was stalking. Just a few more steps and I would have him. It took all my will power to keep still when the mouse turned toward me. After what seemed like forever, it turned away and I took another step toward it. There, perfect. I bunched my haunches up and prepared to leap. The mouse didn't know what hit him. Just as I leaned forward for the killing bite I stopped dead. This wasn't an unconscious mouse at all. It was an unconscious kit!
My eyes widened in the horror of it. I would never do something like this. It had been a mouse; I was sure of that. I leaned forward and put my face in front of his. There, breathing. I hadn't killed him. I sighed with relief.
I licked him but it did no good. The kit just wouldn't come back to consciousness. After what seemed like an eternity I decided to call for help. I must not be doing something right.
"Help!" I yowled at the top of my lungs. "Help me!"
I felt a gentle prodding on my side and I started awake. My startling blue eyes opened to reveal Smoky. He looked worried. I felt a warm feeling in my side and looked around to see that Floss was lying next to me.
"That's the third time, Night. I didn't think you would wake up this time." That was Floss.
"I had the dream again," I meowed softly. Floss and Smoky exchanged a look. I'd told them about the hunting part of the dream, but not the kit. Finally, Smoky turned back to me.
"Try to sleep Night. I'm going to take you somewhere in the morning."
I closed my eyes thankfully. Since the dreams started, I haven't been able to get much sleep other than the occasional, uninterrupted deep sleep where you don't dream at all. I didn't spare a thought about where Smoky was going to take me. They'd done all they could to help me, which is more than I could ask for.
I've always been a loner of sorts. I lived the first part of my life in a Twoleg garden, though I never interacted with the Twolegs who lived in the nearby nest. My mother taught me the way of the hunter. One day, when I was about eight moons old, she went hunting and never came back. I stayed there for a full moon, but she never returned.
After that I traveled, scraping up a living wherever I could; Then came the time that had ultimately brought me here.
It was leaf bare and I had no shelter of any kind. A kind kittypet offered me a short stay in the nest where they lived. All together, there were about seven cats, five of them kits. Anyway, one day the kits disappeared. I'd been out hunting and didn't know until I got back. The kittypets blamed me and gave me this wound on my side. The one I've been recovering from for the past two moons.
It's new leaf now and I've been here recovering. I started having the dreams a few nights ago. I don't know what'll happen to me, but I know I'm a survivor and I won't give up easy.