The sun barley showed behind the hills, as rays of color covered the sky. Tiny shadows slipped into the forest, as the scruffling noise from mice died away. Silent breezes swept across the feild, making the flowers dance and the dead leafs fly way. "Crunch, crunch." Sounds of foot steps broke the silence. Slim black figures, in a line, trugged out of the forest, and into the open. They had long, thin tails, and they where very skinny. These black figures where wild cats. Their pelts stuck to their skin, as tiny blue drops of water fell off them. Their eyes all blue, filled with harsh memories and rage. Their sides heaved as the traveled, never moving out of the line. The cat at the very front was not as skinny as the others. It was a she-cat. She had grey fur, with black stripes going down her sides. She held her head high, gazing over a hill. From the slow trugging, she started to skidd, with all the rest of the cats behind her. They all skidded to the hill. Finally, coming to a holt, the leader stared down at the bottom of the hill...

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