Hi guys! This is my first attempt at writing a professional-like story. I put a lot of time and effort into this so far and I will continue to work on it in the future. I would love some feedback from you guys so I can continue to improve my stories and make them more enjoyable to read. I hope you enjoy!
It was a dark and stormy night in the forest. The rain poured down heavily through the leaves, drenching everything for miles around. All the prey had burrowed into their warm nests, waiting the worst of the storm out. A small cat pushed his way through the undergrowth. His dark grey pelt was flattened against his body, exposing his ribs, as he padded aimlessly through the forest in search of shelter for the night.
The cat had been wandering around for what had seemed like hours before he finally stopped. His gaze traveled up and down an abandoned looking twoleg nest 'I doubt this place has been used in moons. Hopefully nothing lives here still' He thought hopefully as he scented the air. He couldn't scent anything through the rain so he padded up to the rundown house 'This will be a decent place to spend the night. It's better than most other shelters I've had'. The cat slowly padded through the open door and gazed around the house.
The house wasn't in too bad of condition. The furniture was old, but the strange thing about it is that it looked like it had been recently cleaned. He didn't think much about it at the time as he looked around for a comfortable place to sleep. He spotted a twoleg couch at the end of the room 'Looks comfortable enough'. He started to head over to it, his tail drooping in exhaustion, when he heard a loud slam behind him. The cat's head whipped around to see what had made the noise. The door that he had entered through was shut. He felt a bit unnerved as he continued further into the house, ditching the idea of spending the night here 'There has to be another way out of here,' He thought as he padded to the other end of the room. He stopped at the end of the hall and looked around for another door.
He noticed a large door looming in front of him that he hadn't noticed before 'When had that gotten there? This darkness must be playing tricks on me,' He thought, trying his best to believe that it was true. He pushed roughly on the cracked door and it slowly creaked open enough for him to squeeze through.
This room was less inviting than the others.
There was a faint dripping noise inside and he could scent the much familiar scent of blood 'Cat blood' He thought nervously. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness he noticed a body lying limply in the middle of the room. He started to rush over to it to see if the cat was alive or not. When he had nearly reached the cat a weight slammed heavily into his side. His legs collapsed as he struggled against the force, his legs flailing wildly. It felt as if the shadows themselves were pinning him down. He turned his head as much as he could, trying to see what had pinned him down, only to see the cat that looked so dead before had sat up and turned it's head to face him. The demented smile it gave him sent shivers down his spine. He struggled against the force holding him down as the cats dark and unblinking gaze pierced his fur. The cat stood up and began to pad toward him, blood dripping down its face. His fear had enveloped him by this point and he struggled blindly against the weight on top of him until the ground beneath him seemed to melt away and he was left falling into the darkness around him.
