Lightning struck a nearby tree, sending bits of splintered, charred bark crashing to the ground. The sound of frantic paws against a muddy ground were drowned by the torrential rain. Behind them, barely heard for they hardly grazed the ground, were another set, more ominous. Another clap of thunder frightened the birds from their nests, their screeches filling the air like a call of warning. The first cat was heaving now, breath coming shallower as he attempted to outpace his silent opponent. He threw a glance behind him. Where did he go? Did I lose him? Cautiously, the tom slowed his pace just a little. He heard no sign of the attacker and certainly could not see him through the shadow and rain that dark stormy night gifted them. His muscles screamed for him to stop running all together, but fear drove him forward. He couldn't stop. What if that cat was just waiting for his prey to show a sign of weakness. Who was he, anyways? Why had he attacked so brutally? The long gashes on his shoulder stung with the recent memory. That cat had shown no mercy. The brilliant light from another crack of lightning illuminated a frightening silhouette in front of him. His paws suddenly slammed into the ground as he tried to turn away, but the ground was too muddy and he slid. Eerie pawsteps made their way to his body, tick, tock, tick, tock. The seconds pounded in his chest, seeming to last for an eternity, before two striking, electric blue eyes stared down at him. Is this it? He opened his jaws to scream but the sound was wrenched from his throat in a second, along with his life. The world did not fade to black; it snapped.

Blood dripping from his claws, the ebony feline stood over his victim. The tom had sinned so father sent him to erase him from the world. Calamity did not know who this cat was or what he did. He only knew one thing: kill him. Those were the words from his father; the only words that mattered in that moment.