It's was another cold restless night that Plato was having. He always had sleeping issues. And never really got the right amount of sleep. He didn't seem to care much anymore. Plato tossed in turned in his bed. He never had anything on his mind. So it confused him to why he couldn't sleep. After a while he got up out of his bed. He slowed stretched out his tall thin body and exited his den.

It was about maybe 2 am. No one was around. No sound. Only the wind blowing through the night once in awhile broke the cold silence. Thick fog covered the ground. Plato slowly glided through the fog. Feeling the cold dewy grass. His night walks were daily. He usually didn't care where he would end up during his little walks. But Plato always knew how to get home. He was good at tracking. Probably one of the best trackers of the tribe. No one knew of this though. Plato always keeps to himself. Never singing out a solo. Plato wasent shy. He would just rather not make himself know. He didn't like attention.

Plato let the night scent fill his nose. He inhaled deeply memorizing the scent. One of his favorite scents were the smell of the dew on the grass in the night. Ever since he was a kitten he enjoyed the scent. Plato stopped walking and closed his eyes inhaling the scent some more. The Fog. The grass. Everthing. But soon the scent changed. Plato stiffened at the sudden change. The scent was overbearing. It was sour. It smelt like iron and rust. The scent of blood. And it had something else to it that made Plato more uncomfterable. It was the scent of a male in heat. Plato stood there letting the horrible scent grow stronger. He crinkled his nose. The scent disgusted him.

"Who could possibly be mating at this time of the night?" He Thought

Plato's tracking skills began to kick in. He bend his head low to the ground so he could follow the scent more easily and proceeded to walk in the dirent of the scent. He walked on not letting anything distract him or to get in his way. he walked through a tall grassy feild. The cold moist grass brushed up gently against his fur as he glided by. He focused and continued on, almost nearing the scent. After a couple of seconds Plato relized that the scent was coming from the grassy field he was in. He lowered himself to the ground as if not to get caught by "who ever" was in the field. He prowled around slowly until he saw what was making the scent.

It was him. Macavity. Plato froze and lowered himself more to the ground to keep himself hidden as he watched what Macavity was doing.

Macavity had something in his grasp and it looked like whom ever was in his grip struggled. Plato thought it was prey.

But then two little delicate white paws were visible and were gently trying to escape Macavitys grip. Plato crinkled his eyebrows. Macavity lowered his head down to the queen, He was no unseeable. Suddenly a Loud Scream from the queen broke the silence of the night brought on by a sickly sound. Plato unaware of what to do leaped out from hiding and pounced onto Macavity. Plato dug his claws deep into Mcavitys back. Macavity released his grip the the white paws and threw Plato off himself. Plato had done some damage on Macavity for he was severly bleeding. Mcavity growled and disapeared into the grass.

Plato didnt't move until the scent of Macavity had faded away. Plato slowly got up and looked around for the queen that was inujured. it wasent hard to spot her. she layed unconcious in the tall grass. Her Beautiful angelic white fur was stained with her blood. Her face was covered with her tears and spots of her blood. The blood was mainly coming from her throat. Macavity must had bit her throat. In a likely attept to kill her on spot after terrorizing her. Macavity's scent was all over her. Plato remeber the scent of the male in heat. Then relizing that Macavity could have raped her. Plato just stood there, his paws shaking. She looked so innocent. So pure. She didn't deserve any of this. Plato scooped her up and ran as fast as he could to Jenny and Jellys den.