The Games

by snowygrin

He curled his long tail around the tip of his nose, falsely reasurring himself that everything would be fine. But he knew it was pointless. When it came to the games, so he had heard, you were padding into a death trap. He had also heard, that if you do survive, you will not be the same. If you return, you are broken beyond repair.

7. Gone

Chapter Six

Fledgling whimpered pathetically as he stepped over the dead body of a tribute. His mind was jumbled with the images and thoughts of dead cats, sprawled across a field soaked in blood as he had seen before. He was lucky to have escaped. He staggered, unbalanced and confused, to a small, shallow pond.

He jumped at the sound of a cracking branch. His fur bristling, he peered into the bushes. Moments as long as eternity itself passed, but nothing moved.

He forced his fur down, quieting himself. He cursed under his breath to himself for being so jittery. He padded shakily over to a small pond that stood at his paws. He bent down, hoping to quench his thirst and his fear. He lapped at the water greedily, but as he drank, he noticed an odd reflection appear in the disturbed surface of the water.

He stopped, still hunched over as the water gradually stilled, the ripples moving farther and farther away from him.A reflection of a black cat shone clearly in the water, but it was not his own. The figure was a she-cat, her figure was sleek and bony. A smile seemed to flicker across her features for of a moment, and her green eyes narrowed to venomous slits. Fledging's eyes widened in sudden realization. This was his she-cat's jaws parted in a terrifying snarl, revealing long, yellowing teeth. An unbearable pain shot through Fledgling, causing him to shudder and fall to the ground. His body shook in a series of spasms, then fell still, as the world faded from Fledgling's grasp forever.