Night Hunters

this is a sequel to rowanfall's story

Prologue
A female twoleg adolescent poked her head out the door. Her mother was sitting in the driveway in the car, the door hanging open while she smoked a cigerette and talked on the phone. In the light of the house that had escaped into the pitch-black night when the door opened, the girl saw a cat sitting on the porch.

She, as taught by mother, made sure to stay to a safe distance. This cat could have rabies or anything else that was bad. But she looked- she couldn't help it.

This cat was pitch black with white-creamy paws. His claws were silver and glinted in the moonlight, and bright yellow eyes glowed from his black pelt.

Suddenly, the cat turned and disappeared into the shadowy night as he lept off the porch. The female twoleg blinked in surprise, then slipped out onto the proch. She closed the door behind her and walked towards her mother, sitting in the car.

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Night looked at the metal claws jutting from his paws. they were weapons- he had found them many years ago, roaming in the forest. He had tripped over something, then stood up and looked for the source of his plung into the soft-muddy ground. Then he had seen them- the silvery metal claws.

He had taken them out of the mud and slipped them on, over his normal claws. They were wonderful- they were so strong that he had become feared among the strays that lived in Twolegplace.

And now that he had escaped from that cursed twoleg's house, he was free to take over whatever he wanted, wherever he wanted!

Night turned his glowing yellow eyes towards the mountains in the distance. Beyond that-he knew- was a lake where many cats lived in peace. He smiled sinisterly. He knew where he was going to invade next.

I'll post the rest of it later.