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| - It was cold, an everlasting darkness, and the unseen trees overhead swayed under a howling wind. I was running, from what I didn't know. Panting, I continued through the unknown, my eyes searching for anything to help me. Quite suddenly, a pleading, desperate voice called my name, except that I didn't have a name... I woke up from that terrible nightmare, as my eyes wandered around. I realized that I was in a cave, the only light coming from small, thin cracks in the ceiling. I paced nervously. Where was I, and more importantly, who was I...?
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| - It was cold, an everlasting darkness, and the unseen trees overhead swayed under a howling wind. I was running, from what I didn't know. Panting, I continued through the unknown, my eyes searching for anything to help me. Quite suddenly, a pleading, desperate voice called my name, except that I didn't have a name... I woke up from that terrible nightmare, as my eyes wandered around. I realized that I was in a cave, the only light coming from small, thin cracks in the ceiling. I paced nervously. Where was I, and more importantly, who was I...? Suddenly, a creaking noise came from the end of the narrow corridor at the end of the cave. The rocks shifted, and a cat entered, slowly, and looked down at my fearful eyes, as if he was better than me. "Wh-Who are you?" I stutter as his bright, amber glare hardens. "You don't need to know," he sneers quietly. He then grabs a sparrow at his paws and thrusts it towards me. I cautiously take a few gulps down. I devour the rest. The tom softly laughs, rather cruelly, at my hunger. "Had enough?" the unnamed cat says tauntingly. I give a slight nod. He then beckons a few cats forward, who I still can't make out in the dark shadows. The deposit two small bundles, squirming helplessly on the cold floor. Kits! I think urgently, wondering how they're surviving in this harsh environment. "Don't let them die." says the cat, much softer than before. His eyes grow kinder, the amber glow like a warm fire. He leaves a few mice behind, muttering "I'll come back," before exiting, once more tilting the stones with his friends at his side."Please," I call helplessly, as they begin to leave, unseen in the darkness. "Who am I?" "Lynx" I hear the tom's voice call, after a small hesitation. I lay down where a few moss grows on a flat patch of rock, while the kits suckle. I begin to settle down, hoping the dream will leave, and instead offer peace from the information I have just learned.
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