Warmth…
Pain…
Blackness…
Where am I?
Why?
The horrible truth dawned on me as I floated in the darkness. Fox, Vixen and Steel killed me.
Anger…
Pain…
And a new feeling…
Revenge…
First Vixen…
Then Fox…
Then Steel…
The names made my head ache and throb. The names bounced inside my head like marbles in a bag. I had to empty the bag. By… revenge.
Vixen! Vixen! Fox! Fox! Steel!
I clutched my head and screamed a silent wail…
Revenge.
Vixen!
Revenge.
Fox!
Revenge.
Steel!
Revenge.
Revenge.
A small voice in the back of my head chirruped, What about Raccoon?
Raccoon?
A small ripple disturbed my silent anger. Raccoon.
Raccoon.
FPOV
Oh darn. The stupid cat died. Too much blood loss I guess. I kicked aside the dead body and padded over to resume my dinner. Raccoon asked me quietly, "Should we bury her?"
"You could. I wouldn't bother."
"Very well."
I watched Raccoon as she dug a shallow grave and dragged Bug's body into it. She buried it carefully, and padded into the forest.
I finished my dinner and groomed myself. Raccoon came padding back silently with a dandelion in her mouth. She placed it onto the grave and left to finish her dinner.
I chewed slowly, assessing the situation. Raccoon always had a soft spot for slaves. I wondered if a slave might get to her so much that she would help them escape?
Nah, it never happened. But it might. I stared at her as she shakily finished her food.
VPOV
I looked scornfully at Bug's body. I prodded her foot growling, "Come on, get up."
Nothing happened. I turned to Fox and sighed, "We'll have to get a new slave."
He nodded. I padded back to my sitting spot. Fox was very silent and moody, and I liked that. I put my head on my bloody paws and slowly closed my eyes…
I dreamt that night, about my mother. I dreamt about her flashing black pelt and dog teeth claws. I dreamt about her sharp collar that dug into my flesh.
I was running on the alley, running. From what? I slowly turned around and saw my parents. Instead of sighing in relief, I quivered under them. My mother, Blood, put a paw on my throat and pinned me down. She unsheathed a dog teeth claw and dug it into my throat.
She stared silently. My tortishell father, Dark growled, "What a disgrace."
I was too weak. My mother said so. When I heard, I fled, and they chased me down. I was only 3 moons old.
Pain lanced up my spine and blood gushed out of a deep gash. I stared up in horror and meowed pitifully, "But I'm your daughter."
Dark hissed, "No you are not! No daughter of mine wouldn't even kill."
I hated killing. I hated hurting. I was trained to show no mercy and enjoy blood, but I didn't. I was chased out.
Dark sunk his teeth into my belly, which was a little bit than a mouthful. I screeched and writhed, and Venom. I screamed and tried to push them away, but what were a small kit's paws to a strong grown cat?
I writhed in pain. When would this stop? The last thing I saw was a pair of claws flashing at my face. From that day on, I was completely different from what I was before. Bloody, scarred and banished, I fled tail in between my legs to another place.
I woke up panting. I hated Blood and Dark. When I grew up, I had personally hunted them down. Fox held them down as I traded places with them all those years ago. This time, I was the killer.
Fox grunted, "We have to find a new slave."
I slowly stood up and stretched, and padded up to Fox and murmured, "Yes."
His green eyes met my blue ones, and I spoke out the words I should have said moons ago, "I love you."