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Slowly, I row the moss bsll between my two paws. Slowly. I knew I was making Dark and Small mad. Slowly, ever so slwly, I look up. Dark, the dark brown tabby, was getting mad. Small, the tourtis-shell, was watching spitefully, calculating my plan. But, just as I was about to throw the moss, they run away. Probaly comunicating with thier sweets. Sweets were the cat that were much larger then myself, Dark, and Small. They stay with you when your sick, asleep, and restless. But mine was better. Always trying to comunicate with me even though she knows I can't. I'm probaly stupid. Less smart. Whatever. The familar anger was bubling inside me again. So I agnore Small and Dark.
I ignore everthing exept the mossball.
I ignore the dark shadow that had falls over the clearing.
I ignore the slight russling against my fur on this windless day.
But I cant ignore the searing pain on each side of my spine. I was flying. Slowly I was lifted from my home, where cats dont fly, and pain didnt flash against you on your small back. Slowly, ever so slowly, I see a flyer. Admiration leaked into my clear blue eyes as the fierce flyer slowly lifted me higher...and higher...higher.
But it all stopped as my sweet snagged on the flyer's paws. We were sinking! Disapointment flared inside me. Then my sweet fell. Hard. I wince as the flyer dug its paws deeper. Now we were high in the air. Beat, beat, beat. My body shook with each spurt of sudden motion. Slowly, ever so slowly, I look down. There was Sunset, the golden brown warrior, warrior running under us, looking up despertly. He wants to fly to! I wiggle my paws happily at him. I like Sunset, ya know? He played with me when Dark and Small.
But we speed up and leve Sunset behind. I was just closing my eyes in pleasure, felling the wind sweep through my pure white fur, ignoring the pains in my back, when I was dropped rudely in a sleeper. I stamp my small paws in frustration. Then the flyer leans forward, with what in its eyes? Anger? Hunger? Murder? Slowly, ever so slowly, I realize that I will not become a fighter. I will not be able to protect my sweet when Im big and she's small. Slowly, ever so slowly, the flyer lowered its proud head to my cowardly position on the floor of the sleeper.
Suddenly, momentm poured into every muscle, every molcule in every fiber, every vocalcord...
And my mouth opens slowly, ever so slowly, and I use that strength and scream and scream and scream and scream and...
The scream went on as the stregth left, leaving him wit a shredded trout and mute once more. it went on as the flyer lowered its mighty beak and snapped my neck. The scream went on as moons later, a kit would raise its small head slowly, ever so slowly, and wandered vagauly what's the strange noise that made his skin crawl.