Chapter Eleven
Badgermask's breathing was quick, rapid, and fading. She was gulping down the dusty air with much effort. She had to escape. She had to. Her mind was racing with thoughts of terror, splattered with death. She didn't bother clawing those things out of her mind. There was nothing she could do.
Tempest was coming.
She prayed silently to Starclan. Everything was becoming unnaturally silent, slowing and emphasizing her anxiety. Her heart beat once...twice...
The fur on the back of her neck prickled uncomfortably. She turned.
One amber eye glowed eerily in the tangled undergrowth. Badgermask's heart stopped. An unexplainable terror gripped her paws so that she could not move. The stench of fear clasped the air tightly, not letting go, winding up the cats' nostrils and burning down the throat.
"I told you, kitty. Tempest always kills his prey." Tempest's voice was slow, slithering out of his throat like a snake. Cold. Evil. Terrifying.
Badgermask drew in a sharp breath, her eyes widening and her figure crouched in a cowering position. The distant screams of a cat in pain echoed forebodingly off of the forest walls, blackening them with death. Badgermask knew this was the took a step forward, not bothering to wait before lifting his paw and striking.
The world went hauntingly black.
Badgermask awoke gasping. Her nightmares were becoming more and more frequent. This was the worst yet. She sat up, tense and breathing harshly. She stretched, attempting to calm herself. But how could she be calm, when she knew that Tempest could by hunting her down at that moment?
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