Some terrible things
Happen because of fear
Because we want to protect things
That are already lost
It's not our faults
So do not whimper
One cat who's tale cut short
Was known as Face of Faded
A rather young queen at the time
And recently injured
She was temporarily blinded
By the eyes of a monster
Though she could not see them
She could purr at the sound of their mewling and soft squeaks
She loved every one of them
Pressing them close for the night
Who no one knew
Would turn so dark
She awoke to the sound
Of scuffling and squeaking
Her ears flattened soon
As she smelled the familiar scent
Her heart was said to have lurched
At the sound of rats dragging her kits
Out of the den
And far away
Even though she could not see
She still got up and chased after them
Not minding the several times she fell
And her pads scratched against stones
Soon she had managed to get one under her paw
With no mercy
She tore into the squeaking flea bag
Before pouncing at the next squeak she heard
No effort needed
A cracking sound like one of a twig
Told her that rat was no more
As she caught the last one
She felt wetness on her paws
As the water from the stream greeted her
She plunged the squirming pelt under the water
Feeling it's motions weaken
Before finally it grew limp
She sat back
A long breath escaping her
As she slowly began to recover from her blindness
Eager to finally see her mewling kits, she looked around
And froze in place
The rats had dragged them here
But they had fled once they made it
Under her laid the matted fur
Of one of her now lifeless kits.
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