Zinniabloom

"Rainkit? Rainkit where are you? Come back! Please-" Zinniabloom's legs buckled and she fell to the stone hard ground.

Ever since her only son, Rainkit, had been murdered, she felt like an empty shell; meaningless, hopeless. She missed his soft grey tabby fur, the milky scent. He was the leader of his sisters, always bossing them around and getting them in trouble. The killer was heartless. Who would kill a 4 moon old kit?

I'll make them pay.

Suddenly, silent as the night, Zinniabloom felt something wet behind her ear.

What the-

And then the pain came, in waves. Ferociously looking around, she began to run. It had only now occured to her that the killer was on the loose...

And she was it's next target.