The Biography of Dream Eater

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.