The rain hit hard on to the black and gray cat's fur. She hissed, racing towards a lake, where she glanced behind her, and jumped in. The water was cold and muddy, and she hated it, but she forced herself to stay in. She heard paw steps outside. "She's in there," She heard a cat meow. "Then we'll dive in and get her." Growled another. Fear shook the cats fur, as she dove deeper in to the water, hating it. Suddenly she was out of breath, and she saw a huge brown tom splash in to the water after her. Panicking, she swam to the top of the water, where she then hit the top, gulped some air, and felid for the rocks climbing the water, and returning to land. Before she even touched the rocks, something grasped her by her hind leg. It sunk in to her fur, breaking the skin and spilling blood. She scrambled up the rocks, digging her claws hard in to them as she went. Her paws wet and slippery, her tongue filled with water, she ran to the muddy side of the rocks. She could hear the other cats at her tail. "Stop!" She screamed, picking up speed. One of them lunched himself on her, and she couldn't get away. "Tell me your name," He sneered. "And just why would I?" She groaned back at him, trying to sound strong. But inside her, she was gasping, trying to get away as fast as she could, and never ever have to face them again. "I want to know, that's why." The tom replied. "My name is Brooke, now can you just go away?!" She blurted out. "Well, Brooke, my name is Ice, and over there is my mate, Fire." The tom on her said. "Why are you TELLING her that?!" Fire yelled from behind.
~Wolf Light
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