The cold leaf-bare night was silent and still. The cold wind blew and the leafless branches danced along. In the camp it was silent, all that could be heard was the quiet snores of the animals that lived there. Among those animals was a light purple beast, with a long snout and claws. This beast had a long purple mane than traveled from her chest to her tail. This was Squiggle one of the many leaders that ruled the camp.

Squiggle opened her eyes as if she herd a twig snapped. The large beast looked around her surroundings, all she could see was white grass around her and silverpelt above her. White transparency cat come down from silverpelt. The cat looked up at the leader. Squiggle stayed where she was, keeping a distance from the unknown dead cat. Squiggle narrowed her eyes and tapped her claws. “And you are?” The leader asked.

The cat didn’t answer the question but stood there quietly. The cat narrowed their eyes and spoke with a crooked voice, “Be careful who you trust, one will shine with great power but blood will spill. Squiggle stood up thinking, the beast looked down at the cat. “Great power to only spill blood....hmm, sounds like a threat to me.”

“Could you tell me more?” Squiggle questioned. The cat shook their and spoke one last time “Be careful who you trust.” Squiggle felt a rushing sensation as her consciousness was thrust back to the waking world. She found herself breathless as memories of the dream flashed in her mind. The beast silently covered the land watching the snow that covered the camp. Squiggles clenched her fist, whoever was to come destroy or whatever may happen, they will be ready.

Thanks to Squiggly for the writing assistance