Wind blew across the empty field of grass, each blade hanging on to dear life by its roots as it blew harder and harder til the leaves of the nearby oak trees danced in its uneven rhythm and spun high into the sky, disappearing into the moon's weak light. Through the tall grasses, a small black and white pelted kit struggled against the wind as it threatened to carry her off. Her blue eyes watered and reflected the light of the moon above, her ears flattened to the sides of her head and whiskers about to fly out of their sockets.
Her flanks barely moved as she managed to swallow gulps of air, only for it to be ripped out of her again. The cold of Autumn chilled her to the bone and the fact that it was nighttime, wasn't helping either, for it was much colder than it was in the morning's rays of light. "Perhaps this was a bad idea." She meowed just as another cat joined her side.
"I would rather wander lost with you, than remain a prisoner and die." A voice responded and the cat turned her head. A light brown pelted cat with white stripes, her sister and best friend looked back at her, her deep, green eyes bore into her blues, warmth and trust displayed there made the cat feel warm. She padded over to her side and pressed her nose against her ear. "Thank you, Pine."
She nodded. "You're welcome, sis." She smiled, "Besides, I'm the older sister!" The black cat's smile fell, "By a few heartbeats!" Pine rolled her eyes, "Yeah, yeah, c'mon, Moon." She flicked her bushy tail, beckoning to Moon as she gained speed and began to run, the sound of heavy paw steps drew closer, alerting the two.
"They found us!" Moon squeaked, sprinting as fast as he short legs could carry her, Pine followed closely behind, whiskers twitching in fear as her heart thumped against her chest as it attempted to break free from its hold. "Moon, Pine, get your tails back here you mouse-brains!" A voice snarled, scaring them into pounding their paws against the ground, running faster than they thought they could, the scent of crow-food and decay filling their nostrils and made them want to gag.
"Spike is behind us!" Pine yowled, Moon glanced behind them, sure enough, the two horrifying red eyes of Spike stared back, his jaws open, revealing glistening teeth, blood dripping from his maw from the injury the two cats had given him under his cheek and his lip. Mouse-brain! Did you really think you would get away so easily?
"Pine, hurry in front of me, I'm faster!" Moon called and Pine shot her a confused look, "What has that got to do with anything?" She shouted above the wind. Moon rolled her eyes. "I'm going to lead him off, you hurry into the trees!" She pointed her tail toward the thick band of trees known to them as, "The Howling Forest."
Pine's jaw dropped, "Are you crazy? Going in there is suicide!" She squeaked, Moon nodded and glanced at Spike. "Would you rather die to him?" Moon asked, Pine rolled her eyes, "Fine, but meet me in-" She broke off as Spike leaped onto her, she shrieked in fear and batted at him futilely in hopes of knocking him off. Moon slowed and turned, time seemed to slow as Spike placed a paw on Pine's throat and swung with the opposite one.
Scratching her right eye.
Pine screamed as blood welled from the wound, Spike seemed to enjoy her pain and raised his paw to strike again, only to be flung into the air as Moon crashed into him, sending him into a thick patch of leaves not far off. Pine scrambled to her paws and looked to her sister, urgency and fear in her eyes, "I can't see! I can't see out of my right eye!" She yowled, Moon looked at the wound and her ears fell. Her eyelid was shut and the wound draped right over it, blood staining the grass a crimson color.
"Will you listen to me now?" Moon snapped and Pine nodded, staring at her with her left eye. Moon pointed back at the forest. "Hurry up! I'll hold him off!" She shouted again, Pine nodded and padded over to her sister, giving her ear a quick lick, she darted off into the distance while Moon watched, tail flicking as her heart grew heavy, knowing that she was now alone with Spike.
"Fox-hearts!" Spike's voice rasped and Moon turned to meet him, eyes scared and legs shaking as the tom laughed, smelling her fear scent and gave her a spine tingling grin. "Guess cat's on the menu tonight."