The Biography of Dream Eater
What if you was to fulfill your destiny. One step at a time. Well welcome to my world. And this is my destiny.
My body jolted with severe pain as the shadow struck down on my weak body, hearing only bolts of taking and slight laughter, as I thought to myself quietly, 'Is this how forest cats do to kittens like me? Slaughter them just for fun? Or to cook me above a fire started by them and enjoy my guts for dinner.' I had no choice but to choke out a wail, struggling against the massive cat's powerful body and the blows that caused me pain. That caused me sorrow. That caused me to wail in a helpless defense. I knew at that moment I was doomed. I could just cough up my own blood through my mouth. No, something was holding me back. Holding my thoughts to not be actions. That moment I could hear everything they was saying. "Look at its tail, maybe we should take it to White-Coats and watch it get expiremented on." The words almost killed me, my claws unsheathed desperately as the other cats words soothed me in a manner. "We could take it back and train it; Stormstar would be pleased to have a powerful kit in Thunderclan." Kit?! At that moment I was ready to claw their heads off, and express my anger; but I held back. This might have been my destiny, a prophecy even. These cats thought they needed me, and as much as I hated them, I needed them. The thought only made me shiver, but I had no time to run as the cats nodded in agreement, picking me up and running off. Running toward somewhere. Where would I be taken exactly? Just where. Labs, Two-legs, or just to be slaughtered alive? No. If they took me anywhere bad. I would run. Run as fast as I can, to a place where all cats were kind, where cats treated me as respectful as I wanted them to. That would be my only good destiny. But the cats just kept running, until they reached a cement ground, filled with fumes that made my entire body shiver, fumes that made my nose wrinkle in disgust. I just hear roaring monsters pass as I close my eyes, hearing the slight pawsteps as they ran across it. Oh, how I wish I could just die right there in that cats jaw. Just maybe I could find a meaning to live. Just, perhaps a freaking reason to live. No, nothing mattered anymore. Not until I arrived at their huge camp they called "Home". It was amazing... Cats stared at me like I was a piece of slosh they gave those pet cats. No, I just struggled, my scrawny body kicking against the cats neck. I had no choice but to; that was until the leader came out. I just stopped and stared. Stared at the huge, meaty, well muscled cat. Suddenly I hit the ground, as the cat explained to the larger cat what happened. But I ignored it. Ignored all the words he spoke. All the questions he asked the cat that was certainly unknown.