Chapter One/Prologue: Memorial
A small group of cats were assembled in the centre of an otherwise deserted junkyard. They were a mixed group, a tall silver tabby, a slim dark brown Burmese, a small tuxedo, a gold coloured queen and a young brown and white tom. Facing the group was an older cat with long shaggy fur, greying in many places.
The only other feline present in the vicinity was a tomcat, cutting a lonely silhouette against the moonlight, as he stood, away from the group, up on a high spar of junk with his back turned to them.
He couldn't bring himself to watch what was going on below, he didn't want to believe it was even happening. It made it all so final, and he couldn't bear to think of it like that, knowing that she was gone was bad enough, this just seemed to be taunting him with the fact. Still, the cats she had been close to were all there and he knew she would have appreciated that. He was glad the rest of the tribe hadn't come, somehow that would have made things worse. Not that they could really be much worse, not right now, not ever.
Not when he had lost the one feline who he had always thought would be with him forever. It felt like one half of him was missing. No, it felt much deeper than that, he couldn't focus properly, it was as if part of himself had departed from this world with her, and left behind a blackness, an empty blackness that he could feel would soon consume him. It was only the numb sensation he currently felt that was preventing him from being overwhelmed. He didn't yet know how he truly felt about it, he just knew she was gone. His life would never be the same again.
