Chapter 7:
It had only been half a moon and since then, Smokey still hadn't found my captured father. It was moonhigh now and he was exhausted and it seemed like his paws would fall off.
Just to his luck, Smokey found a little cave that he could sleep in during the night. He went inside, his tail drooping and creating a groove in the dust, and laid down.
He could hear his stomach beginning to growl. I can get food in the morning when I'm rested enough, that is.. he thought. After that last thought that ran through his head, he fell into a deep sleep.
Dream:
Smokey awoke to find himself standing in a forest clearing. Fog was everywhere and it was almost one whole paw length off of the ground.
Smokey could hear yowls of pain, triumph, and happiness in the distance. He swiveled his ears back, hoping to try and find where the yowls were coming from.
He then finally managed to pinpoint the location of the sounds. From what he guessed, the sounds were coming from behind him, not too far away.
Smokey turned around and walked toward the cat that was the one making the yowl in pain. Smokey sneaked around the clearing, keeping low to the ground as if he was stalking some prey and also, just in case, he was spotted.
As he crawled on his belly, he could see silhouettes of cats in the distance as Smokey got closer. The fog was obscuring his vie, thus making it hard for him to tell what the cats looked like.
He then decided to climb up a tree to see if he could get a better view. When he climbed up, he still couldn't get a great view, but he could see some cats hurting another cat. He squinted really hard, but the cat was too beat up to see who it was.
Smokey woke up to see the sunlight spilling through the cave entrance.
Smokey then got up, stretched his legs while yawning. Once he wad done, his stomach began to growl in hunger.
He walked out of the cave onto to be blinded by a bright beam of sunlight. "Foxdung!" he grumbled.
Smokey managed to look down and adjust his eyes to the blinding light. Smokey then walked into a foresty part where a bunch of prey like to nest and eat.
Smokey finally located a mouse eating a bunch of berries. He then got into a crouch and approached the mouse, following all of the proper steps.
It seemed as if the mouse was too engaged in its little meal that it didn't know what happened until it happened. Smokey pounced, crushing the mouse to the ground and he heard bones crushing under his weight. He killed it swiftly with a blow to the neck.
After he had done that, he gave the mouse and the forest his gratitude, he headed off to his new 'home.' Smokey padded back to the cave with his freshly caught mouse dangling in his jaws.
When he reached the cave, he just lazed outside the entrance and began eating with the sun bathing him in sunlight.
As Smokey ate, he savored the warm meat, and when he had finished, he went and disposed of the remains. After Smokey had done that, he began to clean his fur and his paws, stretching in the warm sun.
"Alright, time to get going again," he said to himself. He then started to walk into the woods, and started to wonder what all of those cats were doing to that one cat.
After a few more strides, Smokey decided he wanted to climb up a tree and get a view of his surroundings. He ran to the nearest tree and leaped, digging in his claws into the thick bark of an oak tree.
After Smokey had finally made it to one of the branches, he looked around, his ears perked. In the distance to his right, he could see the same cats in his dream along with the same place and evertything, except there was no fog.
"Well, it was past noon so there wouldn't be any fog because it's only noon now," he muttered to himself. He still couldn't make out any of the cats' faces.
Suddenly, something hit him from behind and pushed Smokey falling to the ground. He wasn't prepared for the sudden blow so he landed right on his back, winded.
Before he knew it, two cats were pinning him down. Smokey struggled really hard to get out of their grasp but it was no use. They had him pinned down for good.
When Smokey looked at his attackers' faces, for the first time, he noticed that they were really muscular and large in frame and had scars and old wounds all over their bodies. Smokey then let his gaze drop to their paws and what he saw made his eyes widen. The cats pinning him down had claws fitted over their own clans.
Smokey gasped hoarsely and looked back up again. This time, Smokey saw that they had things that wrapped around their necks that were made up of some really stringy plant. There were also a bunch of claws on their neck things.
As Smokey looked away from his attacker's 'collars,' he found them staring at him with a kind of hungry look in their eyes.
"Did you get him?" a cat with a raspy voice asked, appearing in front of the two big cats that were pinning Smokey down. "Yes, Commander," one of the cats on top of Smokey replied promptly.
"Good, now let's get back to camp because Wolffang will want to see his present," the Commander laughed with a laugh that sent a nervous shcok down my spine. Just hearing him say that freaked me out.
A/N: Okay, I have a question. Should I start doing review replies or no? Oh and thx for all the reviews so far!