Part 1. Mint's home was being destroyed. Twolegs had invaded her home, and she was just a kit. The sleeping boxes tumbled down, almost crushing her. Suddenly, pinkish paws grabbed her. "Mint!" Was the last thing she heard, before the darkness swallowed her whole. Part 2. Mint woke up, hoping it was all a dream. But she was surrounded by twolegs. One of them reached out to pet her. She swatted its pinkish paw away with a hiss. The twoleg looked shocked for a second, then ran away. It said something in its twoleg language. Mint quickly ran out of the flap before it could come back. She jumped onto the fence, and looked out at the forest. Suddenly, a thought hit her. Tales of bloodthirsty cats that feasted on the bones of their enemy. Tales of cats that grew as big as badgers when they were angry. Tales of forest cats. Wait. She thought. Surely I can't, right? But any place seems better than here. She sighed as she leaped down off the fence, into the wild.
Yes I did use the first books title as the last words, but I was not able to come up with something else. Inspired by: @9rainbowtails and Erin Hunter. Dont expect this often.
