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| - A therapist tries to rid a patient of Freddy Krueger ridden dreams, only to become a target of Freddy himself. Meanwhile, a news reporter who thinks he has seen it all tracks down a murderer who killed his wife and is leaving a trail of bodies in his wake.
- The night was silent, still and chilly. The trees cast brooding shadows on the ground, and the moon shed silver light on the lake like blood. The waves swished gently against the rocky shore, the soundless wind made the grass on the moors sway, and the moonlight casting through the trees made the ground in the forest dapple. Every cat was sleeping... "If it's the last thing I do," She hissed into the darkness, "I will kill that kit."
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| abstract
| - A therapist tries to rid a patient of Freddy Krueger ridden dreams, only to become a target of Freddy himself. Meanwhile, a news reporter who thinks he has seen it all tracks down a murderer who killed his wife and is leaving a trail of bodies in his wake.
- The night was silent, still and chilly. The trees cast brooding shadows on the ground, and the moon shed silver light on the lake like blood. The waves swished gently against the rocky shore, the soundless wind made the grass on the moors sway, and the moonlight casting through the trees made the ground in the forest dapple. Every cat was sleeping... Except for one cat, a silver tabby she-cat slinking through the woods with fluid grace. Her blue eyes were cold, dark and hard, set with determination at her next task. She neared the hollow in the woods, and slid into the bracken tunnel, taking care not to swish the fronds. There was no cat on watch; a brown she-cat lay slumped against the bracken tunnel, asleep on duty. The silver cat rolled her eyes and padded silently through the sleeping camp, her pawsteps making no sound. She came to the nursery, a wall of thorn branches, only one queen snoozing inside. One lump of fur lay at the crook of the black and white she-cat's belly, black as the night, and the gray she-cat's lips drew back in a snarl. She crept into the den, her claws unsheathing. She loomed over the tiny kit, watching it twitch in its sleep, not feeling at all sympathetic as she slowly reached for it with her claws... The kit twitched again before sitting up completely, its amber eyes shining in the darkness. It gave out a strangled cry when it realized the strange cat standing over it, and its mother stirred as well. The silver she-cat stared at the scrap of fur in horror. Had she just been busted? Before she had time to figure it out, she turned and darted from the nursery, her paws kicking up dirt as she raced from the camp. She didn't stop running till she reached her den, a fox's hole well outside the Clans' territories. Huffing her breath out, she slithered into the dark hole and curled up among her moss. When she realized what had just happened, she scowled into the darkness. "If it's the last thing I do," She hissed into the darkness, "I will kill that kit."
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