Epilogue
A dark gray cat with black stripes stalks through the clearing. In its maddened state no birds chirped in fear of the cat going into rage, every mouse in its borrow scarcely breathing, squirrels up on the high branches of the tall sycamore tree standing completely still.
More cats follow the mad cat over to the thick trees where the Dercs live peacefully up in their tree. Bridget, a brave bird, took off just before cat claws grabbed her. "No one escapes Uywert wryuet and lives-" the cat was taken by surprise when twenty sharp beaks pierced his pelt.
"Go Bridget!!!" Daffey the leader screamed, "Fly fast!!" Bridget took off like a rocket soaring through the sky, all the other birds took off too, scared of the wild cats.
"You can't escape Uywert Wryuet!!!!" the cat screamed.
"Just try to catch us dirt claws!!!!" Daffey said behind her back.
One second the cat was at the top of the tree, next he was in the air a claw length below the lowest bird. The bird shot up and screeched as the cat fell back down to the earth breaking a couple branches on the way down. "You will be the first to die, bird!!"
Bridget arrived by the next morning exaughted from flying day and night. She flew up to a hole in the great tree were the Dercs gather up through the ceiling to where Guardian Rif the Otter was.
"Bridget of the Clouds, it's good to see you again. But I think this isn't for plain pleasure seeing that you flew day and night to get here. What is troubling you?" Rif asked.
"Uywert gasp Wryuet. He he's b-b-back." Bridget stammered, gasping for breath.
"Rest for now, I'll have a meeting." Rif said as he climbed down the ladder to the main room.
"Uywert huh, come back for more eh?" Rif murmured as he decented down the ladder.