The sky was darken by shadows, the wind had the strong scent of heather as it blew across the landscape.
The moor was lit up with moon's light, chasing away most of the darkness. Rusty was on the hunt for prey, he could feel wet dew from the grass on his paws.
He then saw a rabbit eating grass a few tail-lengths away. Without waiting, Rusty dashed towards it. His claws were ready to end the life of the the rabbit.
But the sound of his collar alerted the rabbit and began to dash away in panic. Rusty knew that this you happen and began to run even faster to catch the rabbit.
Rusty's heart thumped loudly, his lungs were breathing harder then he ever did. He continued to run until he saw a gorge up ahead.
He quickly stopped and nearly fell into the ravine below. The rabbit was no where to be seen. Fox dung! Rusty thought, this was the forth time he was so close to getting it.
Rusty was about to return to the moor in disappointment when the other side of the gorge burst into flame. He felt shock and fear overwhelm him.
What really scared him was a large tabby cat made from flames and had blazing amber eyes that stared at him from the other side.
"The blazing wind will save the clan".
Rusty woke up in terror, he could feel his heart was still still thumping hard in his chest. He soon realized he was back in his housefolk's home.
It must of been a nightmare, Rusty thought and then looked towards the window. The sky was still darken by night and the stars were shining brightly.
Since he could not shake his nightmare away from his head, he decided to stay up instead of going back to sleep again. He quickly stretched his legs and then started walking towards his water bowl.
When he finally got to his bowl, he quickly lapped up the water. Normally he would drink from the puddles outside when it rained.
But this was the easiest way he could get something to drink. His food was not much better, he never really enjoyed the food his housefolk would give him.
The nightmare still seamed to linger in his mind, he still could not make any sense out of it. Maybe if I go for a walk I will clear my mind a bit.
He quickly found the cat flap that lead outside and went though it. The garden outside was full of strong scents of different kinds of flowers.
There was also one tall tree and a few bushes as well. Surrounding the garden where three, white fences. Rusty went to the fence at the end of the garden and lept onto it.
After steadying himself on top of the fence post, he could see a clear view of the forest. Beyond the forest he knew was the moor.
He suddenly remembered the time his father took him to see the moor, of all the wonderful sights Rusty had seen.
He also remembered his father showing him an a old friend of his, that friend of his seamed strong for such a thin cat.
The smell of his friend was like the scent of the moor, the smell of heather. Of all those moons ago, the moor felt like it really was my home.
"Rusty, what are you up to?" his memories and thoughts broke away when he turned to see it was his friend, Max.
"Nothing much, I'm thinking of visiting the moor," he replied. Max looked at him with worry. "Are you sure it's a good idea? There are wild cats out there!" he yowled.
"But aren't they like cats like us? Why should I be afraid of them?" Rusty questioned his friend. Max hesitated for a moment and then spoke.
"Because Chakra says that those wild cats would kill anyone that dared to enter their territory". Rusty could not believe what his friend was saying.
"Do you always believe what Chakra says? She has never even ventured out beyond the forest, how would you know what she had seen?" Rusty spat, scaring Max so much that he almost fell of the fence trying to give Rusty space.
"But she told me that she got a robin while hunting in the forest...," Max meowed. Rusty was having trouble controlling his anger now.
"Forget about her! I'm going to the moor if you like it or not!" he growled, this time making Max fall onto his side of the fence.
Max did not say a word and quickly dashed to the safety of his own home. Once he was inside, Rusty turned to face the forest again.
Rusty hesitated for a moment and then jumped down to the other side of the fence.
When Rusty regained his balance of his legs, he walked towards the forest. Already he could smell the scent of heather lingering on the wind.
I'm sure a am not too far away, it should not take long for me to get to the moor by my self.
He continued to follow the scent until he saw a mouse, he took no chances to ignore it.
Rusty dashed towards it, but his collar rang out and made the mouse run in terror. He was not going to give up so early and continued to run after it.
The mouse was fast, Rusty almost lost it as he tried to keep up though the twisting trees.
Suddenly he was stopped by such a strong force that he was knocked to the ground.
His vision was blurry for a moment and then when it was cleared, he saw three, large wild cats looking down at him.
The biggest of them was a dark brown tabby, his amber eyes were narrowing at him. In his claws, Rusty quickly saw that he had killed his mouse.
"Well, Well, Looks like we have a lost kittypet trying to hunt in our territory," he spat and his shadow towered over Rusty.