On a cold stormy night, three cats, a queen and her two kits, Spruce a she-cat and Brush a tom, were journeying to find a nice dry place to stay until the rain stopped. Suddenly, they heard a crash of thunder, followed by the howling of wolves in the distance. "Momma, why couldn't we just stay where we were? It was at least dry there," Spruce complained to her mother.
"Because... I-I could sense something bad. Something that would take us away, so we had to leave," the queen answered.
"Well, what was the bad thing? Why couldn't daddy just chase it off like he normally does?" as the small tom...
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