Chapter 5:

As soon as we were closing in on our home, we knew something was wrong immediately because it reeked of death. Smokey and his father gave each other worried looks, and Smokey followed his father as they crept in silently to see what was wrong. Our fur was all on edge and Father even had his claws unsheathed.

Once we got through the thorns, the cave was a mess. There was blood everywhere and also fur. There was something shiny over in a corner of the clearing, as well. It glittered like the moon, but it wasn't as bright, it was just... shiny, glittering in the corner of the cave.

Smokey walked over and bent down to smell it.

The smell was really terrible that he couldn't stand it. Father came over to him and as soon as he saw it, he gasped in horror. "That is a thing that goes into a loudstick. That must explain all of the blood and fur," gasped Father.

"Wait, what is a " Smokey tried to ask, but was cut off by his father who said, "Not now, Smokey. We need to find the others and see if they're alright or not."

Smokey nodded in understanding, his ears pricked and his eyes alert.

Then, Smokey's father started to head out into the forest with Smokey following behind. "Look around for your mother and your sisters. You go that way and I'll go this way," Father commanded.

Smokey nodded in understanding, and started to run to where his father had instructed him to go.

Then, Smokey ran through some undergrowth, his head swinging from side to side, frantically trying to find his mother and sisters.

"Help!" a voice croaked, followed by some more cries.

Smokey narrowed his eyes and followed the desperate cries for help. When he was in a shaded area, he could see a blood trail on the grass, gleaming, with some marks that only a cat could make.

He stifled a gasp of horror, but followed it nonetheless.

When the blood trail seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, Smokey narrowed his eyes with worry and concern for the particular cat that got wounded. Up ahead, in a meadow, Smokey saw an outline of a cat, who was lying on his or her side.

Smokey picked up his pace a bit as he got closer. That cat looks familiar to me... Smokey thought.

A/N: Ooh, now it's getting good Who do you think the wounded cat is? Oh and also, a "loudstick" is a gun, just so you guys know. Review on what you think of my story so far. I feel it's like, too short. Any advice?

~Moonwing