Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27669385-20160623032455/@comment-33008190-20160625000142

It was a bad decision to look for herbs that day.

Hail had taken Moutnain as her guard when she went out into the forest, innocently thinking she could find some marigold.

She was wrong.

The heat came after the stench. Then the choking smoke that was coloured gray, then the sight of the shimmering heat waves called flames.

Hail looked up in fear, instantly turning to call Mountisn over and get the mouse out of there.

Then she saw the body on the ground.

Racing over with a fluttering heart, she looked down to see something unexpected. The heat made sweat bead on her forehead.

It was Ambrosia. Not Mountain.

With a snort of disgust, she left the unconscious body to burn, and turned back to run away form the horrific fire.

She had taken too long.

Mountain was rushing her over and screaming at her to hurry, the sparkly flames at her heels.

Hail couldn't even yowl out in fear when the branch above her dropped down in a smoking heap.

Stopping her, it may there as an obstacle that caused her death.

She felt the flames crawl up her legs and onto her eyes as she wa a runt down into a pile of bloody bones and fur.

Mountain tried to run.

"No! Hail! I'm so sorry!" she screeched unhappily and continued to run.

The wrong way, apparently, as the flames engulfed her in a heartbeat when she took a wrong turn, just as they did to her friend Hail.

Two cats, Both of the Syndicate, gone in a flash from the crackling heat waves that had struck the whole forest.

And so far no one had noticed.