Theme: “We live by our wits alone.” by Melissa

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First Sentence: The dead cat lay under the bushes in the snow.

The dead cat lay under the bushes in the snow. The others crowded around the small black and white and chewed up body, mewling their combined inner turmoil of fear, loss, anger and “well, what did you expect?” self righteousness. Mother had smelled him out while she had wandered looking. The smell was fading fast, in the cold and growing covering mound of white.

She turned to us, her tail flicking in the air in anger. “This,” she hissed,” is what happens when you don’t listen with all your senses. This is what happens when you don’t pay attention. This is what happens when you are weak. Others sense it. Others know. Others will use it. Learn from this.”

She turned away, not looking to see if we followed or not. We all did, one by one.

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