Dawn streaks across the sky, surpassing the trees triumphantly. Inspiration hangs on the edge of this light; dew glistens, intently listening to the story birds paint with their voices.
Paws creep along, tired, chilled. Today is a new day, an early day. A wonderful day.
A smell snakes through the air, malicious and venomous. Claws score the earth, dividing two sides of a war.
All at once, the forest grows silent, stunned. Dew falls from its perch, birds cease their chorus. The sky and the earth are one, vibrantly red.
Paws frozen, words choked, bodies stained.
Just a normal patrol.