Howling Winds - Prologue She couldn’t believe what she had done. The white she-cat's mind refused to function as she stared down at the blood on her smoky paws, the gooey red liquid pooling and sticking to her pads. She was painfully aware of the staggering heart-beat in her ears… a feeling her victim would never experience again. Every sensation became sharper, like the moor was showing her exactly what she had stolen from a living cat… a living being. The wind in her fur felt painful. Any other night she would’ve enjoyed such a gentle breeze working it’s way through her spidersilk-white pelt, enjoyed the playful stars and the warm air. But everything felt hot, sticky, and painful with panic. She could not tear her eyes off of the corpse before her. “Acornpaw…” she choked. A sob forced it’s way through her clenched teeth.