I stared at them like I'd never seen another cat before. Who were they? Where were they from? So many questions gushed to my mind and spiralled out of control, but no sounds came as I mouthed each word as clearly as I could. They couldn't understand me… Can't understand a mute.
It's not their fault, to be honest. I grew up with a small tribe of cats – The Tribe of Travellers. We just wandered… everywhere and anywhere really. We fought many obstacles to get where we are today, one of which scarred me beyond compared. Not physically, mind. Mentally. Even today I touch the scar along my neck and shudder at the thought of the monster that went for my throat all those moons ago. But none of that matters now.
We have a problem. And I'm the only one who can see it.
Everyone loves him! He-who-pounces, She-who-heals… even He-who-dreams! But no, I see the lies, I see the lies in He-who-leads' eyes. But that's not what he calls himself, is it? He calls himself Doublestar. And he doesn't name us right, does he? He calls them Pounces, Heals, Dreams, Finds, Climbs…
But he calls me Mute. Mute. And he thinks he can get away with it?
Not this time. I have He-who-is-brave, He-who-is-swift. Though they don't understand me well, they know. Together we shall drive him away and return the tribe to its former ways.
And He-who-leads will regret ever crossing paths with She-who-is-silent.