Hi, so i'm a bit sad I didn't get any reviews for last chapter but I suppose it's what I get for being away for so long... But I'm still posting chapters and now that my computer and motivation are back you can expect more.

Enougth of my rambling and on with chapter two.

Moon gazed calmly around her, she was outside. It looked exactly like she thought it would: long, lush grass curled at her feet in a vibrant hue of green, insects of all sorts buzzed lazily in the sun and leafs twirled towards the ground in large loops.

For once she felt at peace, no humans to stomp all over the place, no mother to prefer her siblings, no annoying kittens in her paws, no burning pain, only a reassuring nothingness.

She stood up, walking towards the edge of the forest, the tangled undergrowth, with it's tangled vines and mossy trunks, seemed oddly attractive, as if she'd known this sensation of peace and belonging all her life. Trekking slowly between the tall maple trees, vivid gold and faded amber, she was content, just listening to the leafs crumble and plow under her paws.

All too soon she reached a pool, cascading water disturbing the mirrory surface with streams of water and bubbly foam, spraying the rocks with a myriad of tiny droplets. The water was frothing and churning where it hit the pool, evocating the picture of a force bent under the will of someting bigger and way beyond it's comprehension. Why could we swim in water, why did it support us, why could it give and take away life, why wasn't the air solid, only supporting the frail wings of birds? All these questions where straying so afar from her usual logic that it cut her breath, she didn't think of such things in normal days. But it disturbed her because somehow she knew, somehow she felt the air moving around her in inperceptible gusts, she heard the tiny steps of a mouse in some far bush. She also knew how the currants moved in water, working with wind to create currants, how each mucle in her body was connected to nerves and how the air she breathed brought the essential oxygen to her brain. And all of it was so sudden and so unexpected that she was afraid, that she feared what she would discover next, despite the eerie calm and sense of wisdom that had taken over her mind.

Lowering her head, she gazed into the shimmering pool, it's azure depts fading to send her reflection back to her.

She was actually shocked at how diffrerent she looked: her messy and unkept pelt had made place to long locks of silky fur, cascading down her flanks in a silver shade she didn't know they had. Her tabby markings where perfectly disposed on her slim muzzle like river ripples, framing her long-lashed eyes in black, fading into nothing in the rest of her beautiful pelt. Her build was different too, longer paws and a slim, perfect hourglass, body, and there was someting about the way she carried herself that made her look dangerous, with the stealthy figure of a fighter.

But the most startling change where her eyes, no longer yellow and glowing in a creepy way but two perfect pools of pale gold, luminous and beautiful in every way, glowing with obvious knowledge and power.

She was more than beautiful, she knew it, the creature she was looking at was radiant with uncanny perfection, almost too much to belong to an earthly creature.

Surely this couldn't be real, no matter how much she wished it was, nobody changed that much in death and it was impossible to her to look like that. Was she dead, was that some weird wonderland or was it all a dream for her to escape the painful reality?

As to awnser her unspoken question a bush rustled at the far edge of the pool, a pair of empy eyes glowing in the shadows. Assuming it was some unfriendly beast she instinctively flexed her paws, ivory claws sliding out in a swift movement, sharp and deadly.

The creature glided out of it's hiding place, chuckling at her bristling pelt and menacing stare. Upon closer inspection it was a cat, well the spape of a cat anyhow, white and glowing. She could only make out the outlines, filled by a king of black fog, a pair of empty eyes and a huge, carnivorous smile that seemed out of place.

"Like what you see?" it asked, it's voice childish and distorted.

She shivered as the shape began to slide on the lake, not even toutching it but floating at a few centimeters below the surface. She just couldn't stop her teeth from grinding against each other. The gruesome smile seemed to widen, if that was even possible, and the shape glided faster, aiming for the spot where she stood.

"Wh-what do you want?" she snarled, having regained a little courage.

The shape slowed down, tilting it's head to the side.

"Me? I only want to help you dear." that voice was beginning to get on her nerves.

"What could you possibly give me!" she snarled, "To pay back the pain, the humiliation, the suffering and all the things that they have done to me during my childhood?"

There was no trace of fear in her voice now, her newfound fury dominating all her other thoughts. The shape had reached her now, sitting at her side as she spat in hatred, eyes clouded at all those painful memeries.

"So what? You have nothing left to say now? How dare you, coming to me and offering a ridiculous offer with no rules, no conditions and no explanation! The things I have..."

"So you want conditions?" said the shape, interrupting her ramblings, "Then here they are, I shall give you a new body, and strengh, knowledge and power, much more than you can imagine. But in exchange of that you shall do something for me, follow my instructions and have no regret murdering your own kind. Plus you shall keep the pain, that burning anger that is so deep in your heart, and give me a part of yourself"

At that part she spluttered, choking on that ridiculous fact. Why the hell would he want that, and how would she accomplish any ridiculous mission he had in mind for her.

But before she could voice her objections it spoke again.

"I will give you another of course, made in a material so strong that the claws will cut through bone, and it will never fail you, but beware the winter."

he stared at her expectanty and she realised she had to awnser, but to say what? Oh the cruel dilemna, the awful stunt Fate had pulled on her. She could not decide herself.

Of course she always wanted to be beautiful, strong and cunning. Of course she wanted to take this mission, if only to be the further possible from her birthplace. And even her mind rationalized the very idea of killing, telling her that she wouldn't have to think, that it would be easy and quick. But nothing in her life had prepared her to this.

Then she realised she had no choice, her real body was mangled and bent, resting in a pool of it's own blood, and that oly waking up would most surely kill her. She gulped, her throat rought and dry.

"I accept" and never two words had been so difficult to say.

The creature only turned it's neverending smile towards her, and she thought she had seen him blink as she was plunged into the most total darkness.

The fall, because she felt she was falling, was long, and with no familiar thing to cluch on she began to fear that it would never end, that she had been tricked by her imagination. Her own body was invisible to her, she could not move and felt only a strange thought familiar numbness take over.

As she began to panick, struggling to move, to see, to fell, to only do something, the veil slipped and she felt again, a strand of grass tickling her nose.

As she opened her eyes, registering what was now the reality, she screamed.

Her right forepaw was now made of steel.