The sky was blanketed in darkness, but that never chased away the moonlight that shone down on the grassy fields below.

Rusty was on the hunt for prey. He wasn't sure how long he had been waiting amongst the tall grass, but he was already quite familiar with the wet dew that lightly soaked his paws.

So far the wind only had the strong scent of heather as it blew across the landscape. It was welcoming, but he longed for a different scent to drift by.

As if a gift for his wishes, a new scent alerted him to a nearby rabbit that was eating grass a few tail-lengths away. Without waiting, Rusty dashed out of the grass towards it. His claws were ready to dig into the soft pelt of the rabbit.

But the sound of his collar alerted the rabbit and it began to run in the opposite direction. But Rusty didn't care either way, he had no intention to let it escape his grasp again after failing so many other times. Rusty could feel his heart thumping harder in his chest. It felt so right, with energy seeping through his body and feeling the rush of wind blow through his fur.

He was so close to catching it when he saw he was approaching the gorge. Rusty skidded to a halt, nearly falling into the ravine below. The rabbit was nowhere to be found.

Frustrated, Rusty was about to return to the moor in disappointment when the other side of the gorge burst into flame. His fear overwhelmed him. He had never seen such a large fire before.

What really scared him was the large tabby cat made from the flames that stared at him

A chilling voice spoke from its jaws. "The blazing wind will save..."


Rusty awoke before he could hear the end of the message. He could feel his heart was still thumping hard in his chest. He realized with disappointment that he was back in his housefolk's home.

It must have been a nightmare.

Rusty looked towards the window. Moonlight had entered through the window the room, likey the reason why he had been so rudely awakened from his sleep.

Since he could not shake his nightmare away from his head, Rusty decided to stay up instead of going back to sleep again. He quickly stretched his legs and walked towards his water bowl.

Reaching down to his bowl, he quickly lapped up the water. Normally he would drink from the puddles outside when it rained. But it was much easier to drink from here. His food was not much better, he never really enjoyed the food his housefolk give him.

It's all so dull. Maybe if I go for a walk I will clear my mind a bit.

He found the cat flap that lead outside and went through 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 were 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.

Rusty remembered when his father used to visit him, he would often ramble about his younger self going on adventures with a wild cat and how they briefly travelled together beyond the safety of his home. From how he talked about him, his father fondly remembered him by how he smelled strongly of heather.

Perhaps the dream is guiding me to the moor, but why I'm I needed there? I'm a housecat.

"Rusty, what are you up to?" Rusty's thoughts broke away when he turned to see it was his friend, Max.

He was a black tom with amber eyes. But he looked too harmless to hurt a fly. Max was one of the few things that ever listened to what he would have to say, no matter how crazy it seemed. Then again, Rusty wondered if he was just the most gullible house cat in the neighbourhood.

"Nothing much, I've been thinking of visiting the moor".

Max looked at him with worry. "Are you sure it's a good idea? There are wild cats out there!"

"But aren't they like cats like us? Why should I be afraid of them?" Rusty questioned his friend.

Max seamed to hesitate for a moment, trying to think of what to properly say. "It's 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 off the fence trying to give Rusty space.

"She told me that she got a robin while hunting in the forest...".

"Forget about her! I'm going to the moor!" he meowed before jumping down to the other side of the fence. When Rusty regained the balance of his legs, he walked towards the forest.

"Please don't be reckless Rusty!" Max yowled after him.


Although he was still in the woods, he could smell the faint 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 myself.

He continued to follow the scent until he saw a mouse and he took no chance 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 through 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.