His Story: Rated PG-13
Darkness seeped into the Junkyard, everyone felt it. It was so thick, it was almost tangeable. It swept over them like mist, darkening the moods of all it's dark trendrils brushed against. It was impossible to have fun in this atmosphere of evil. "Something evil is in the yard..." Slatchen, the tribe's superstitious cat muttered. The leader, Petran, sighed "It's just the weather." "You'll see... an evil presence is here." The kittens huddled in a corner, listening, and looking around. Petran rolled his eyes, "Stop forecasting doomsday, you're scaring the kitts." Slatchen stood up, "I'm telling you... beware." He left the yard. "That cat scares me. Remind me again, WHY you invited him to stay here?" Petran smiled, "Because we Quelit, my dear, he's a good cat, and a good friend. Just a little... strange." The silver queen sighed and curled up beside her mate. "The sun rises later these days..." Miflit sighed, "It's still dark and I want to play." His mother woke up, "Just go to sleep, dear." But, Niflit wasn't tired, so, he ran off and hollared over his shoulder, "I'm gonna find uncle Petran!" Petran noticed Cherrin walking in alone. "Where's Miflit?" She stopped in her tracks, suddenly, "Isn't he with you?" "...No... Is he supposed to be?" He looked confused. "He went to go find you." panick was inching into her voice. They never saw Miflit again...alive. "Uncle Petran!" Miflit cried out as he walked down the dark alleyway towards the Junkyard. He stopped short when he saw two green eyes appear in the shadows... "You wanna play a game?" the eyes ask mysteriously. Miflit, sensing nothing wrong, asked, "What game?" The eyes smiled, "It's called, 'Can you survive?'" "Can you sur..." Miflit repeated, his eyes then moved to a still carcass laying on the ground... He recognised it... The mutilated body of Slatchan. "How?" That was the last sound he made, for the owner of the eyes pounced upon the small kitten. "Miflit!" The search team entered the alleyway. One of the toms tripped "OOFF" He quickly jumped to his feet when he realize what he had tripped on. For what he had tripped on... was a dead cat. "Oh my ..." upon closer examination, he declared, "It's Slatchen. He's dead." Petran ran over, and stared in horror. "He's mutilated. What the..." A choked voice called out, "I've got something worse. Petran turned to the other cat, and stood in horror. "Who would?!?" Over the course of the following months, many cats vanished, only to be found the next day, never alive. Once they found a kitten still breathing. All that he could say was, "I don't want to play... Please no games..." But the kitt died within minutes. "This is outrageous! We must do something." "Order, order!" Petran looked around and saw there were only four toms left. Two queens, and all the kitts were gone. "Hang on!" a tom said, "I forgot the net!" "OK, Mikly, go with him. The 2 toms ran back into the house. Strangely, it was open when he got there. They crept inside, cautiously. A pair of green eyes appeared from behind the bed. "Time to play..." They got onto the defensive, but to no avail. In a moment, they both had claws gougin into the tender flesh of their throats..." "2 more dead." Petran slumped down on his haunches, "Look on the wall!" Petran followed the queens petrified gaze. Writen on the wall, in words of blood, "It's my game, now..." The cats were at a loss for what to do. A tom and queen paired up to go gather food, but they never came back, either. It was now only Petlat and Amida, a white queen. The eyes appeared from above the garbage can, "Having fun yet?" Pretlat leapt, "It's him, Kill him!" The queen followed in his shadows, as the dashed through twisted alley ways, and down the dark streets until they emerged into the abandoned fairgrounds. They entered a large, brightly colored building. Inside, they entered a maze of mirrors. Sadistic laughter echoed throughout the labarynth, a low voice bellowed "Your playing by my rules now... Mwahaha..." The 2 cats followed the reflections of a dark, black blur. Turn after turn was a dead end. They ran blindly around, searching. Pretlat stopped when he saw a reflection in the mirror. It was Amida, being held by a thick black arm, with a single silver claw extended to her throat. As a tear fell from her cheaak, Pretlat screemed "NO!" She fell limp in the arm, and then crumpled to the floor. "You're alone now.. Mwahahaha.." A chill ran through Pretlat's spine.. "Who are you, and why are you doing this?" Another maniacal laugh, "I am Armond... Life's a game, you might as well have fun... And for you... Game over." An all black tom with green peircing green eyes shot out... then all was silent.