It was night. The full moon brings troubled dreams to an adventurer tonight.
It was black, then light appeared. Everything was hectic. Trouble was everywhere. Puss stood in the middle of the mess. He tried to gasp, but couldn't. He couldn't breathe! Everything was spinning. He yelled, but couldn't hear himself! Puss spun to the ground, unconscious.
Puss awoke with a start. Two furry faces looked at him and smiled, then frowned.
"Are you ok?" Sandy asked finally.
Puss nodded. "I-"he started but stopped suddenly.
"Where's Mocha?" he asked. Puss looked around their little campground.
"She went to find some water. But we haven't seen her since then. We're starting to get a little worried." Sandy replied.
"We should go find her." He said quickly.
They nodded and started to pack up their camp. After everything was put away, they started off to find her. They were searching that whole day. But she was nowhere to be seen or heard for that matter. They stopped to take a break at a small stream. Slightly interested, Puss looked through Mocha's stuff. After looking at the few things there, such as feathers and rock, he found a small book. On the cover, 'MOCHA'S DIARY' was written in big letters. Puss found the key to the lock and opened it. Slowly, he began to read.
Note: Sorry that I've been gone for like…forever! But I got this short chapter here. It's short and leaves you hanging because the next chapter is completely Mocha's diary.