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"Karen!" Nightpaw cried as he ran down the streets of his old home.
He was still a cat though.
The smell of blood was strong in his nose.
Nightpaw bounded onto his lawn, leaped on a windowsill, and jumped into the parlor in his house.
"Karen! Are you all right?!" he cried.
Only the stinging, eerie, silence had a reply.
"Answer me!" he yowled.
The parlor was stained with blood. Karen's jukebox was smashed, and their fancy light green velvet chairs were pushed over. He dashed into the hallway, and glanced at the living room. Increasing worried, he checked the bathroom and kitchen. Nightpaw dashed up the stairs, his green eyes smothered in worry. Reaching the top of the stairs, he screeched his wife's name again.
He started to trot down the hallway. Seeing something black out of the corner of his eye in the bedroom, Nightpaw, strangely felt a surge of relief and fear.
He slowly padded into the room.
Everything was either smashed or flipped over, except for the bed. Much like the parlor, everything was covered in blood. Near the dresser was a short, obsidian-colored, wolf-like creature, hunched over a seemingly dainty ginger tabby. The tabby was lying in a pool of blood.
The creature turned around to face Nightpaw.
While he could see the large, bulging muscles ripple beneath its skin, the creature seemed to look as if it were molded out of air. It had tiny ears and a long muzzle. It also had a large, sweeping, fluffy tail. But the most noticeable thing about it was its eyes.
They glowed and were all white with no pupils or iris.
The creature gave Nightpaw a fiendish smile, showing off its long, razor-sharp teeth, and snarled in a demonic voice, "We have such sights to show you."
Then it lunged at him.
The last thing he heard was Karen crying out his name, and hearing the distress in her voice.
Nightpaw woke up, and caterwauled, "KAREN, NO!"
Breathing heavily and rapidly, he conveyed his surroundings. To his relief and grief, he was still in the apprentice's den.
He thought about how he wished he'd never fallen into the lava pool and that he could wake up to be in Minecraftia again. Trembling, he collapsed onto the fuzzy moss, and started to whimper, sobbing his wife's name over and over again. His sobs grew louder until it ended up waking Silverpaw.
"Shut up Nightpaw! Some of us actually want to get some sleep."
Angrily, he glared at Silverpaw. Angered and disgusted at the lack of her detection of emotions, he thought about shredding that pretty little arrogant, spoiled look off her face, and possibly blowing her up. Instead, he gloomily stalked outside of the den, not speaking a word to her.
"Get out," a voice said, "get out of this hollow and go take a walk." It appeared to be coming from inside his head.
Obediently, he marched to the camp entrance to leave the hollow. To his misfortune, a dark brown tabby was guarding the opening. Not only this, but the cat scented him.
"I can scent you. State your business," the tabby said.
Nightpaw let out an impatient huff as he blew his cover. "I'm just going for a walk."
"Does your mentor know you're out at this time?"
"Does it matter? I'm just stressed right now."
"Young apprentices like you should not be stressed."
"Well I am, and I just want to go for a walk and clear my head."
"If you really are stressed, which I find highly unlikely, go see Goosefrost."
Nightpaw let out an angry hiss, and stepped around the cat. He bounded away into the thick, lush forest before the cat could catch him.
He ran through the forest for a while before he stumbled upon a glen with a tree stump. Letting out a sigh, he hopped onto the stump and sat on it.
"It's about time you did that."
Nightpaw was baffled. This was the second time he'd heard the voice speak.
"What is going on?"
"Oh, you don't need to worry about me."
"I'm serious! What's going on? As a matter of fact, who are you?"
"Not important. You'll see me soon enough."
"Wha-"
"You'll know when you find me." As the voice said this, it slowly faded until it couldn't be heard.
"Hello?" Nightpaw asked, "You still there?"
But the voice didn't respond.
The black tom shook his head. "I'm going crazy!"