Author's Note: Hi! I just wanted to apologize for the chapters being so short lateley. I'm covering bits and peices of the story one at a time, causing the chapters to be shorter. So, sorry!

Also, does anyone know how to spell squirell? Squirrelle? Squirel? PLEASE HELP ME :/

Chapter 14

It all started with a walk. Paws splashing through gritty puddles, eyes dull with boredom, tail dragging through the dusty concrete floors of Twolegplace. The moon, now full, shone and lightly reflected off my fur.

I stopped at a nearby puddle to look at myself, and I noticed how much taller I'd grown. My fur was coarser and my legs seemed to be twice their size. I even matched Scourge in height.

As of now, I'm padding through the darkest area of Twolegplace. I was so bored of doing nothing, and felt rebellious. Scourge had always told me to stay in our little area, and the smell of Twoleg trash had me feeling sick, so, why not?

I was just walking the endless Twoleg Thunderpath. Once in a while a monster would drive by, and I didn't bother to flinch. Monsters never stray from their designated path.

I took a break for a moment, and took in my surroundings. To my left, a wire-y (?) looking fence, obviously an invention of some Twoleg. What's the point of that? Even a squirrel could just slip right through.

To my right, a few broken down Twoleg nests. I had no fear walking right on by, I've seen some cats leave with prey hanging from their jaws, and, by the smell, I don't think even a Twoleg could stay there.

Suddenly it was quiet. Quiet like, too quiet. I pricked my ears, listening.

Nothing.

Not a bird chirping. No cats fighting in the distance. Not even the buzz of a few bugs swarming crowfood.

It was absoloutley silent.

Except for the beating of my heart. Louder than a monster's growl. I felt it beating in my chest, as if I'd just ran clear back to Scourge, wherever that was.

Iminent danger. I could just... tell. There was no logical reasoning. Something- or someone, someone dangerous, was near.

Crack.

I fluffed out my fur and gave a warning hiss. Pawsteps?

Crunch.

Leaves were giving away this cat's position as it came towards me, but they were distant still. It's pawsteps drew nearer yet, and faster. Much, much faster. This cat would burst through the hole in the fence soon, no doubt.

But before I had time to react, it did.

I felt it before I saw it, a crushing weight- so heavy my ribs seemed to be caving in. I struggled to breath through this cats tawny fur as it rolled over me, stinking of crowfood. The tom's weight suddenly vanished, and my vision came back with varying black spots. Just as I scrambled to my paws, a cat meowed,

" Beechpaw?"