A dark, wispy, cloud floated over the moon, briefly covering the shining sphere. A brown and white tom glanced up to the sky. "It's time," he growled. Along with a couple other cats, the brown tom shoved the terrified little snow-white tom (with one black ear) across the precarious platform. The whit tom whimpered, "Please. Please, I haven't done no wrong to you. I-I'll c-call the leader if you h-h-hurt me." A black she-cat thrust her face in the tom's. "You will, will you?" She snarled menacingly. the white tom flattened his ears. The dark she-cat glanced at the brown tom. "Hawk, this little runt thinks he can squeak loud enough so his little mother can come mewling to him." The group broke out with sharp, nasty laughter. Eagle padded towards him, slowly looking him up and down. "He may be more use to us alive," he noted, "Tough outer skin. Gullible underneath." He narrowed his eyes.
"Do you think you can play it tough stuff forever? You haven't seen anything yet." Hawk curled his lip. "I will make you suffer just enough to agitate you, and just enough to keep you worthless pelt alive." He and the rest of the group snickered and spat on him. Bravely, the scrawny white tom held Hawk's gaze unwaveringly. Soon, this little tom will become somthing bigger. Something better. He will start as an irritable kit in the nursery, to a mighty warrior
