Night was falling. The stars were coming out. Yet something else troubled the tiny little kit, something that chilled the small thing to her bones.
It not a thing- instead, it was more of… a thought. A feeling. A haunting.
It was the constant knowledge that the cats who had killed her parents were now after another target- her.
The kit shivered, pressed against the ferns. She couldn't hide forever. Soon she would be dead, murderer alongside her parents.
And for what reason?
Why was she wished dead?
All the little kit really knew was one thing-
She was hunted.