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The smell of smoke was terrifying. Ever cat knew what was going to happen. They were going to have to find a new home, new resources. They were going to have endless hours of weaving sticks, vines, and plants for their dens. Yet they just could not believe it. The warning signs were simple, rising smoke from afar, the smell, the rising heat, no one dared to not run. No one dared to not run from the place they once called their home, their safe haven. How long was this forest anyway? They have been running and running, however far they ran it still feels like they are surrounded by the deadly flames.
The fire was becoming more ferocious as they ran. Some cats made the mistake of turning their head back at the camp. Their hard work was ruined. The Warriors den was completely engulfed with flames, the medicine cat den was unrecognizable, and the leaders den collapsed under its own weight. Everything else was just ashes now. They managed to snatch some food before running off, but not enough. Most cats would probably die from hunger if they could not find any outside the forest. Why... Why did this have to happen?
So many cats have died already. Their numbers depleating greatly. They noticed the fire when it was not too far off from their camp, costing lives. Elders, Warriors, Queens, and maybe even some kits, some died because they were a minute too late. Once they were out of their forest they noticed the damage that has been done. The red swirling with orange and yellow. It was beautiful, yet terrible all the same.
Word Count (Not Counting the Authors Note): 287 words