First: this is it! Next: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/959435393/ Dusk had fallen. The air smelled sweet, and a light breeze carried the soft smells of honeysuckle, sage, and earth. The sky was split with a deep red as the two cats trekked across the meadow. One was a large white-and-orange striped she-cat, named Citrus, the other a small little she-kit named Flame, with gold-and-orange striped fur and a cream underbelly. "Flame, do you want to rest now? It's been a long day." Citrus mewed, bending over to lick her kit's head. Flame puffed up, trying to look big, but as she opened her mouth, a yawn came out instead of a reply. She blinked twice, but before she vould say anything about being a big kit, Citrus smiled, and said "Wait here. I'll get you some prey." Flame watched the sillhoette of her mom grow smaller and smaller, until it dissapeared. Her pelt prickled, as she didn't like being away from her mom. A owl hooted in the distance, and Flame squeeked, running to hide behind a few tufts of grass. As she started to sniff, she could smell the softest hint of cat. No, cats. at least 3 cats had been here. Flame wanted to call out for her mom, but then decided the scents were stale enough. Turning over, she looked at the now night sky, stars easily viewable from the top of a moor. They twinkled and shone in the deep blue and indigo sky. Little puffs of black were coming in... were they clouds. Flame hated getting her fur wet. But then, a strong smell overcame her. Was that... smoke? She instictively sat up. In the forest just nearby, fire was growing. She screeched, alarmed, and fell over again. When she got back up to run, she saw a shadow flicker at the corner of her eye... a white and orange striped pelt... a fiery tree falling over... and the world blurred past. She ran and ran, muscles aching. She ran until she got to a lake. Staring at the lake, she saw an island in the middle. She remembered her first swimming lesson, how horrible it was, but then though of the fire. Taking a deep breath, she dove in. The current was on her side, and when she got to the island, she threw herself onto the shore, pelt slick and cold with water, and was asleep in moments. Her dreams were filled with burning trees and smoke... and a strange dark shadow, laughing, with a flaming stick in it's jaws.
