Prologue
Leaves rustled in the dark, shivering in the night as cats passed through the thick ivy wall. Two sihlouettes appeared, gleaming eyes blinking as they scanned the grounds ahead of them. One sent a nod to the other, and they dashed out, the moonlight lighting up their unseen pelts as they flew past the trees and kicked back fallen leaves and acorns that covered up their nonexistent pawprints. The chill of the greenleaf night sent chills up their spines as they breathed in the air that smelled of new lavender and jasmine that they sought to smell again with their lives. The echoes of their paws were the only thing stirring the silent forest where birds didn't sing until dawn, where they would have to return. One stared at the other, silently, briefly for merely a second, as worry that glazed their expression vanished for a heartbeat but then returned.
The other acknowledged the worried cat's expression, feeling a pang of sympathy springing up in his system. "We're almost there." His voice seemed hollow, like a spirit, as he whispered, "I'll make sure that it won't happen." But he doubted it, and it was hidden deep in those words, that they couldn't save the forest from it's unstoppable future.
Countless moments passed by as they ran, the trees seemed like blurs in their eyes and it seemed like the stars were watching their every move. The two cats' muscles were tired and started to protest, and despite the pain, they pushed further, knowing that they had to stop it. One of them was on the brink of tears with her knowing of the fate that the forest would soon recieve. But an abrupt stop that made skid marks into the cracked dirt swept the tears away, as they had found what they were looking for.
A wail rang into their ears that made them flinch. The two cats' eyes dilated.
They were too late.
A small, pale she-cat with no tail was laying there on the muddy ground, shaking, as another wail erupted from her. It seemed to shake the land around her. A gasp escaped her as something slid next to her. It seemed to be a wet ball of fur. It shivered and shook, tiny mews escaped its mouth, as it was expecting milk. But instead, the queen brutally hissed at the poor thing like it was the spawn of satan.
The only thing that she didn't know that it would bring upon something the cats couldn't even predict.