Silver moonlight swept over the grasslands as the clouds rolled away on the wind. The land was anything but still as the tall, rough grass swayed in the breeze and bugs hopped about. Chirping crickets and croaking toads filled the night with their music, but soon it faded away.
Stalking out of the cover of the grass were two cats, their pelts almost silver under the light of the moon. They were nearly identical, grey with white underbellies and paws. The two pairs of amber eyes were focused on the same thing. Curled up ahead of them was a rat, already killed by unknown means.
Eyes shining one of them eagerly pounced on the kill, hungrily digging into it. The other cat hissed and shoved her sibling away trying to get a bite. The two bickered and fought for the meager kill, both fueled by hunger.
"I need it more!" One spat batting at his sister.
"Well I found it!" She snapped back, knocking him away.
As the two cats fought a larger figure stepped out of the grass. The black and white cat bristled at the sight, unsheathing his claws. The twins were too busy arguing over the prey to notice him.
With a yowl the large tom charged at them "Get out! Flea-pelts! This prey is mine, this place is mine!"
Scared out of their pelts the two starving cats ran away. The large tom stopped running, not bothering to give chase. He snorted and turned to the rat they were fighting over. There was barely any meat or fur left on the bones. He scowled and batted the remains into the grass in disgust.
Watching all of this was a beautiful she-cat, her glittering green eyes filled with sorrow. Her light brown tabby pelt was shining as if sprinkled with stars, and her entire form was somewhat see-through. She sat to the side where she had a good view of the fight. The other cats however did not see her.
The ghostly cat padded away from the clearing, leaving a trail of starry paw prints. She looked up at the moon, shining bright at its fullest. With a sigh she dipped her head.
"These cats have no law or order and will die fighting each other just like the rest," She whispered to herself "I've seen this again and again, wherever I go. I can't stand seeing cats just barely staying out of death's jaws."
The she-cat jumped onto a nearby rock, sitting and looking up to stare at Silverpelt. "The others may find me foolish, but I'll help these cats. They deserve the same chance my ancestors had moons ago."
With a sigh she closed her eyes, raising her head as if to touch noses with the stars. She soon faded away, the twinkling stars in her pelt being the last things to disappear. The night was quiet once more, then the crickets and the toads started up their midnight symphony again, as if nothing had happened.
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