"It's okay," Crimson meowed as steadily as she could. Her voice was very shaky. "We're gonna be okay. Remember what Mama always said? 'There's a good explanation to everything, even the imposable.'"
"Even Mama's wisdom didn't save her from that ruthless monster!" Clove cried, tears of imminence pain stinging the corners of her dusty-brown eyes and tracing wet trails in her sleek fur. "And it won't save us, either."
"Don't be so negative!" Crimson said, swallowing down the lump that swelled in her neck. "Mama always said that--"
Rosie, the youngest of the bunch, began to cry. Tear fell from her soft white cheeks as frequently as the rain spattered against the log. "I wanna be with Mama!" she moaned, sobbing sadly.
"There, there," Crimson said, trying to be comforting to her youngest sister. "We're gonna be okay, Rosie."
"We've got to go!" Clove gasped unexpectedly.
"What do you mean? What's going on?" Spice inquired persistently.
"It's him," came the terrified reply.
"What are we going to do?" Rosie wailed tearfully.
"We've got to run," Clove insisted, her sense of the future throbbing in the back of her head. "Far away from here."
"But I like it here!" Rosie was fearful that him would find them as they fled once more. "I don't want to leave!"
"We're going to be okay," Crimson comforted for the third time that day. "We're gonna be okay."
*****
The four young cats raced quickly, occasionally slipping on the sodden grass or thick mud. The ruthless rain pelleted them on their flanks, splashed into their faces, spat at their tails, hailed down onto their ears, and whipped their cheeks.
The elements were feeling cruel that day.
A strong wind rushed at them, bringing the heavy rain with it. The chill air made them shiver. The trees that surrounded them, making it harder to maneuver through the forest, provided no protection from the rain.
And then, there was the fact that they were running for their lives.
They all knew that if him caught them, he would kill one before the others and then release them. It was not something to look forward to.
Crimson turned to check for any sign of him trailing behind the small, helpless group of four juvenile cats.
Sure enough, him was about three quarters of a half-trail behind them (three yards).
And he was gaining.
Quickly.
Crimson ran a little faster.
"Guys!" Crimson gasped, daring to waste her energy informing her siblings about the treacherous cat behind them. "Him! He's three quarters of a half-trail behind us!"
Without even looking over their shoulders, they all picked up their pace. Now, they were all running as fast as they possibly could.
Rosie took that moment to slip and fall.
And sprain her paw.
"Ow!" Rosie moaned as her siblings gathered about her to help her up. "It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!"
Two quarters of a half-trail behind them was the fast-moving him.
Crimson, Clove and Spice, without hesitation, lifted Rosie onto their backs and ran.
One quarter of a half-trail.
They ran in desperation, but were weighed down by Rosie. She was tiny and thin, but they were also quite gaunt and hadn't eaten in days.
"Hello, kittens." That treacherous voice was the last thing that they wanted to hear.
All together, in one movement, the kittens turned to face him's face with astonished and fearful looks upon their muzzles. Him had that twisted look in his eyes and mad grin with too many, all pointed, teeth.
Although his lips moved, it seemed to all be a nightmare when he spoke. Although, they all knew that it was only the terrible truth and that they were helpless to prevent the awful words. "Prepare to die, little kittens."
-KittyLover8
© 2012
The elements were feeling cruel that day.
A strong wind rushed at them, bringing the heavy rain with it. The chill air made them shiver. The trees that surrounded them, making it harder to maneuver through the forest, provided no protection from the rain.
And then, there was the fact that they were running for their lives.
They all knew that if him caught them, he would kill one before the others and then release them. It was not something to look forward to.
Crimson turned to check for any sign of him trailing behind the small, helpless group of four juvenile cats.
Sure enough, him was about three quarters of a half-trail behind them (three yards).
And he was gaining.
Quickly.
Crimson ran a little faster.
"Guys!" Crimson gasped, daring to waste her energy informing her siblings about the treacherous cat behind them. "Him! He's three quarters of a half-trail behind us!"
Without even looking over their shoulders, they all picked up their pace. Now, they were all running as fast as they possibly could.
Rosie took that moment to slip and fall.
And sprain her paw.
"Ow!" Rosie moaned as her siblings gathered about her to help her up. "It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!"
Two quarters of a half-trail behind them was the fast-moving him.
Crimson, Clove and Spice, without hesitation, lifted Rosie onto their backs and ran.
One quarter of a half-trail.
They ran in desperation, but were weighed down by Rosie. She was tiny and thin, but they were also quite gaunt and hadn't eaten in days.
"Hello, kittens." That treacherous voice was the last thing that they wanted to hear.
All together, in one movement, the kittens turned to face him's face with astonished and fearful looks upon their muzzles. Him had that twisted look in his eyes and mad grin with too many, all pointed, teeth.
Although his lips moved, it seemed to all be a nightmare when he spoke. Although, they all knew that it was only the terrible truth and that they were helpless to prevent the awful words. "Prepare to die, little kittens."
-KittyLover8
© 2012
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