Otherworldly~
The silver stripped she-cat scrambled to her paws, her blue eyes wide in fear. Sticky red blood poured out onto the muddy ground beneath her but she barely payed attention to her wound. Her flanks heaved as she struggled to take in air through her lungs. Still, she didn't dare show any signs of weakness as she knew just what would happen to you if you did. A brown tabby tom marched in front of her, gazing out at the assembled cats. There were five of them, not including their "mentor." He made his was throughout the cats, taking in everything he saw, and nodding if they made it past his standards. Suddenly, he screeched to a halt. Knowing what would happen next, the she-cat shut her eyes. Still, she flinched as he struck out at one of the other cats, earning a yowl of pain. This shouldn't be possible! Dead cats shouldn't be able to hurt those that were alive. And yet, she knew, that when she woke up from this nightmare, her wounds would come with her.