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Sorry the chapters are kinda short. I'm still new to this! I'll try to make the next chapter have at least 800 words.
Cloud snuggled up to Mama, staring up at the night sky, listening to her delicate breathing.
He had to keep her warm. He was the only person she had left.
After Leaf and Rose left, Mama started acting differently. Cloud knew that he had to make sure she wasn't alone.
He didn't want to be alone either.
He knew what being alone felt like.
When he was alone, he couldn't think about anything except for his fate.
What if he was alone forever?
When was Mama coming back?
What if something happened to her?
What if something happened to him?
He quietly sighed as he drifted into sleep, crickets echoing in the distance.
Cloud blinked as a forest setting appeared around him.
"You're not meant to be in that alley," a smooth voice spoke.
"You're meant to be out in the wild."
Cloud turned around to see a charcoal-black tom behind him. The anonymous cat's tail was moving in a somewhat hypnotic fashion. The tom's bright blue eyes were narrowed.
Cloud felt a chill go down his spine, causing his fur to prick up.
He simply stared at the cat in front of him. "I like it with Mama," he responded. "I don't want to go out there."
"You won't like it. She'll turn on you. I know. If you don't listen to me, you'll be left alone." The cat's voice seemed to turn to ice the more he spoke.
"That won't happen!" Cloud snapped, his claws unsheathed.
Cloud felt provoked.
"You can see for yourself." The anonymous tom trotted off, his tail beckoning Cloud to follow.
Cloud did so.
As they walked, he looked around the area. He had never seen this place before, so how was he dreaming it?
Cloud looked around, eyes glittering with curiosity at his surroundings.
The area seemed to be a twolegplace, but a nice one at that. The sun was shining beautifully. Scents of prey wafted towards Cloud, causing his mouth to water slightly.
"Look ahead of you." The dark tom spoke.
Ahead of the duo was Mama, climbing over a fence hastily.
"That can't be her," Cloud murmured.
"Mama!" He called out.
No response.
"She can't hear you." The dark-black tom spoke.
"This can't be. It just can't." Cloud whimpered.
Suddenly, a voice whispered a frightening message into his ear, causing his fur to prick with fear.
When the moon is high and belief is low, loved ones will leave the cloud behind.
Cloud woke up to the sun shining brightly above him, a bird's song coming from nearby.
He slowly got up, limbs feeling achy for some unknown reason.
When he got up, he saw nobody next to him.
Waves of anxiety and panic flew through Cloud as he thought about last night's dream.
It must've been real, Cloud thought. Mama must hate me.
She didn't love me.
She never did.
She had enough of me.
Why?
Why?
Why?
Thoughts raced in and out of Cloud's head as he began trembling, his heart racing.
What if she didn't leave me?
What if she got killed?
What if I'm next?