My name is Moon. I am an ordinary cat as I see it. I'm mostly white, with a few dabs of black here and there all holding up my striped tail. I'm not big for my age of six moons, but I'm not small either. I live alone, not dabbling in clans as most cats seem to do these days.

I would be living with my parents, but they were killed by a fox. The last words I heard them hiss after they left me in our den were, "You get in here over my dead body." I never saw them again.

The next day, starving and quenched, I left the den and tried to use what I had learned about catching prey to catch a meal. The only thing I caught though was a thin squirrel.

As the days went on, my stalking improved, I grew more and more silent, and I learned to kill quickly. I grew stronger and leaner as a result of the harshness of nature.

About a moon after the incident, I headed off, wanting to get away from the painful memories, the screeching I always heard in the leaves and the groans I heard from the ground.

This brought me to where I am today, alone and lost in the forbearing woods. Well, at least I thought I was alone

Now I'm running from them. I had just barely escaped, and they aren't going to let me go easily. I'm still stuck in the forest, and now it's the middle of the night, which is good because it's harder for them to see me.

I cringe as I feel the fresh burning pain of the deep wound I had received in my hind leg. It hurt as much as everything I had ever felt combined into one inferno of pain, and I was running on it!

I can hear the cats trying to catch me, the footsteps, the panting. I trip and fall headfirst into a mud puddle, and quickly get back to my feet, feeling a new wave of pain in my leg. Looking back, I realize I've lost quite a bit of ground. On the bright side, the mud would mask my scent and camouflage me.

I continue to run through the pain in my leg. They were getting closer and closer, their pungent scents getting stronger and their constant noise growing louder.

I look for a place to hide, knowing that would be the only thing that could save me. I run up the tallest I see and stay completely still in the rustling leaves and doing my best to cover my open wound.

I hear the cats looking for me beneath me. They had lost my trail, and they didn't seem too happy about it.

There were about five of them, all of them being big, muscular cats. One of them, which I am presuming is the leader, is shouting at the others about losing a cat that's barely any older than a kit. They then rush on, probably hoping to find me ahead.

I wait until the rest of them are gone, and then climb down from the tree, before realizing there was another cat, probably out of shape or staying behind for some other reason. Panicking, I leap at the shadowy cat, but when I land, I land on a bush.

With another wave of pain, I look left and right and silently curse my imagination for getting the better of me. I'm becoming paranoid quickly, and I don't like it.

I run in a logically different direction from the ones looking for me, staying away from the place I had come from, where they had found me and tried to capture me. After a bit of running, I reason that I am far enough away and rest in a cave, putting cobwebs on my injuries.

Who were those cats, and what did they want with me? When the sun rises, I am well rested, and my leg doesn't burning so bad. I go and catch some prey, a vole and a squirrel, and brought it to my makeshift den.

As I'm eating my fresh-kill, I hear something behind me and turn around. It was a fox. I almost leap at the fox, but I quickly realize it is just a cub.

My inner anger for the foxes is strong, but my inner will is stronger. If I know one thing, it's that you don't kill a defenseless cub.

Looking down the long cave, I feel stupid for not looking for any inhabitants. I guess I was too busy with those wicked cats that want to hold me against my will for some diabolical purpose. I quickly leave the cave before the fox cub's parents can show up.

I need to find a good shelter, something that will protect me from those cats, and I think that it's in my best interest to find it quickly.