Post by уυησ gαѕαι on May 23, 2017 13:59:37 GMT -5
I am a murderer.
I stalk my victims.
They don't expect anything.
Sometimes they don't even fight back.
They all wonder what happens to them.
Queens and kits cry and I watch.
A few days later, a body is found by the Thunderpath.
They are stupid.
My victims don't die by monsters.
They die by my claws and teeth.
I feel like a god.
No; I am a god.
Most cats follow the rules, but I am above them.
I decide whether cats live or die.
I decide their fate and last moments.
They are simply prey.
My prey.
I have never been caught.
I plan the murder too well.
I leave no scent or pawsteps to follow.
I have never been caught, until now.
She screamed.
Usually there is no time to scream.
Cats ran out the plants.
They carried her.
I was not given this luxury.
They pinned me down and dragged me to their camp.
She is staring at me with wide eyes.
Is this a nightmare?
'Let the trial begin.'
No. It is not.
Cats angrily hiss at me.
The leader is glaring at me, with tears in his eyes.
Of course. I killed his brother.
He will be glad to get revenge.
'This cat will not be given mercy!'
Cats yowl, eager for me to get what I deserve.
'He will be murdered, like he did to us.'
I deserve it.
I am stripped of my rank of god.
He is the new god, able to decide whether I live or die.
He is the new god, able to decide my fate and last moments.
Cats crowd around me.
They bite, claw and hiss at me.
The grass is stained with dark red.
And in my last moments, I realize something.
They are not my prey.
I have broken the rules.
I am their prey.
