She ran as far as her short legs could take her. It was dark, cold and white out. A pale half moon hovered in the night sky, while stars gleamed overhead. Trees towered above her head as she ran. Her breath came out frosty and white, and her eyes were dark with worry.
Her name was Silk, and she was running from her Twolegs.
They had used her as a tool; beaten her, and thrown her to the side like a stuffed animal. Silk knew that they would have caught her once more, and repeated their tactics.
Not this time. She was determined to escape. Desperate even.
Suddenly, a yowl reached her sharp ears.
Silk's eyes widened in horror when she realized that it was her Twolegs. They were hot on her trail. To her relief, it sounded like they were stumbling through the undergrowth, having a hard time keeping up.
She yelped when she tripped over a fallen log. Her eyes glazed with pain as she felt her paw twist in a different direction. The Twolegs were getting closer.
Please let me escape, she silently begged.
But there was no hope for her.
Her short pelt, now stained with sweat and blood, sagged to her tired bones. Silk felt her legs buckle beneath her paws, and she felt herself slump to the ground.
Her Twolegs had caught her, in her desperate plea.
I know this drabble was very, VERY short, but I loved the idea this brought up. Silk is actually based off of a real cat that was found near campus. The cat was already dead, but her fur was covered in scratches and blood. I hope you enjoyed it!