Chapter 2:
We stayed hidden in the shed for as long as we could, but slowly we realized that we were not the only ones who notice Mother's absence. The huge tom cats that Mother kept away from us eventually started to come back. In the imddle of the night I could feel their gazes and smell the scent of their matted, dirty fur. I knew somewhere in the back of my mind that we would have to leave. Sleeping was becoming harder and harder because I feared that as soon as I closed my eyes the toms would pounce, kill me and eat me. Though one morning I awoke to furious hisses and the heartbreaking meow of Bone and the pathertic squeak of Shadow. I turned and even though my eyes weren't quiet adjusted to the dark, I could still make out the tall form of one of the toms. I felt my blood turn cold when I saw a little form of Shadow underneath his paw. Bone fluffed up and hissed every breath he took, and the tom only responded with a low growl and a snarl. Then the tom raised his paw threateningly, but my dear Bone would not back down. I was tempted to go and stand next to him, but I felt as if my paws were made of rock and glued to the ground. In a flash of motion, I heard Bone squeek in surprise as the tom's paw made contact with Bone's head. Suddenly Bone was knocked a good 4 tail lengths. Then I saw the tom growl one last time and pick Shadow up by the head and dissapear out of a small hole in the corner of the shed. I mewed loudly, but could hear nothing but my own rapid heart rate and the sound of crickets chirping their merry tune. Oh how I wished I could go and tell them to stop being so happy and a time like this. Then I remembered about Bone, I ran over to his limp form and felt his head with my paw. I felt sick when I felt my paw get instantly soaked with something wet. I knew I had to do something about the blood oozing out of my now unconscious brother's head, but I couldn't think of anything at the moment. I turned and glanced around the shed, and I had an idea that just MIGHT work. I ra over to the old, torn seed sacks and ripped a bit off, then I found an old empty barrel full of spider webs. I took some on one paw and felt the small scrap of cloth between my teeth as I hobbled back to Bone. I gently placed that scrap of cloth over the wound and used the spiderwebs to hold it in place. I watched him for the remainder of the night but I think I must have dozed off because I remember waking up to the weak, but oh so familiar meows of Bone and the sunlight pouring in through the window. Bone was still laying were he was last night and after I gently took off the scrap of bloody cloth to eplace it with new I saw just how serious his injury was. His entire side of his face was red with blood and a long gash at least a pawlength long tore it's was from blow his eye to just beside his ear. It made me feel sick, but at least it had stopped bleeding. I replaced the makeshift bandage and waited until nightfall. Once the humans had gone to sleep I snuck outside to try hunting for myself. At first I thought it would be easy, but the truth dawned on me: It was going to be harder then I thought. It took me a good amount of time the actually find something and since it was my first time, I wasn't surprised that I had missed my catch. By the time morning came I had a grand total of two bugs and a worm like creature with several, uncountable legs. I left the worm and one of the bugs to Bone and ate the other bug myself. At first I disliked the taste, but after I ate it I realized how hungry I was. But the sun had risen and going out was dangerous, yet I knew we had to leave before tonight. Before the tom came back...