Prologue
Crash,thunder sounded in the distance, startling a young dark gray she-cat no older than a moon.
"Is someone scared?" Mocked a deep voice, initiating a whimper from the kit.
"Who's there?" She squeaked fearfully, frantically turning in circles trying to locate where the voice came from. No response came. Instead she heard a long laugh that rang around the room, echoing, making it harder for her to find the cat she assumed was a tom.
"What is your name?" The tom questioned menacingly.
"B-Brokenkit." She said, barely audible above the storm.
When no response came, Brokenkit assumed he had left and started to examine her surroundings. She was in a dark hollow with seemingly red mist on the mossy floor. Trees with blood red leaves towered over her on all sides, blocking the little light she assumed was the sun.
She whipped her head back and forth to double check that no one was watching and then dashed forward toward the tree line.
Before she could get to the trees, she rammed into something furry and squishy. The tiny she glanced up and found that a celestial looking long-haired ginger tabby with amber eyes was blocking her way.
"Trying to make a break for it?" Sneered the same voice from before. Brokenkit didn't have time to respond before he added on, "There is no escaping this forest whether or not you want to."
"Never?" She squeaked, terrified. Brokenkit started to shiver from fear, all she wanted to do was get out of that awful place that reeked of death.
The she-kit was frantic now and began to run around the hollow trying to escape, yet everywhere she went the tom with the amber eyes stopped her and laughed that terrible laugh.
Finally, after a while, she lost hope and gave up, curling up and whimpering into her tail while rocking back and forth.
Eventually, she felt someone licking the top of her head and peeked out from under her tail to find a gray she-cat was staring at her with her blue eyes.
"Is everything ok?" The cat asked.
"Leafstream!" Brokenkit exclaimed joyfully. It was just a dream!"Now it is." The kit meowed happily and curled back up, relishing her mothers warmth.
Images of the tom kept creeping into her mind but she kept repeating to herself that it was just a dream and he can't hurt her, eventually drifting into a blissful, dream free, sleep.