"Mom!" I yowled. She had been out hunting, and it was taking longer than usual. Way longer than usual. Suspicious, I peered carefully out of the den, making sure nobody saw me. Thankfully, my grayish pelt blended right into the stone wall beside me. My mother hunted inside that Twoleg Nest. She had since her Twolegs abandonded her. I saw Smoke. No, not my littermate. Smoke was pouring out from the Twoleg Nest. And then the worst happened... ...it began to crumble. There was a fire inside, I was sure of that, but I don't know what caused it. I ran back inside the den. "Smoke! Fire! Wake up!"
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| - "Mom!" I yowled. She had been out hunting, and it was taking longer than usual. Way longer than usual. Suspicious, I peered carefully out of the den, making sure nobody saw me. Thankfully, my grayish pelt blended right into the stone wall beside me. My mother hunted inside that Twoleg Nest. She had since her Twolegs abandonded her. I saw Smoke. No, not my littermate. Smoke was pouring out from the Twoleg Nest. And then the worst happened... ...it began to crumble. There was a fire inside, I was sure of that, but I don't know what caused it. I ran back inside the den. "Smoke! Fire! Wake up!" Smoke and Fire are my littermates, named for their ginger and grey tabby pelts. My mother said that her family named their kits after what would kill them. The two bodies of my littermates slipped out. "We've got to get away," I mewed. Smoke rolled his eyes. "Of course we do, mousebrain." Fire ran ahead. He had spotted a place where we could hide. I remember the giant shaking right before my mother had gone hunting. We hid in that for a little while, when we saw more crumbling. Everything was falling. There were gaps in the Thunderpaths, so even monsters couldn't get by. Everything was destroyed. It felt like the end of the world.
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