Banished Stars (Prologue)
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"Where are we going?" a cat wailed, barely audible of the rhythmic metallic beating of the Behemoth.
"We've been riding this for over a day," another cat whined. "How far are we going?"
The yowls continued as more cats became worked up in their fury. "Its so hot!" "There is nothing to eat!" "Why did we ever leave the Coastlands?" Their voices were raspy, but full of panic and fear.
The cat's leader sat, hunched over, face against the wall. "Quiet..." She murmured. "Quiet! Shut up!" The leader suddenly hissed, turning to face the clan.
"We should have never listened to you!" A particularly bold cat spat. The leader stood up, claws stretched and fur bristled, as if ready to turn on her own clan. However, before the leader could pounce, a thin, white cat calmly pressed her head against the leader's side.
"They are just scared," said the white cat. "And I know you are scared too. Show them that empathy."
The leader let a long breath out. She turned away from the angry members of her clan, toward the white cat. "It's been getting hotter the longer we stay here, and we can not survive without prey for much longer." She signed. "This was a horrible decision."
"You lead with your instincts," the white cat mewed softly, "That is what a leader does."
"It would be dangerous to try and jump off while the Behemoth is in motion..." the leader said. She didn't even seem to notice the calm, white she-cat.
Suddenly, there was a deafening squeal, and all the cats were thrown forward. The Behemoth screeched, the loose door of the compartment they entered pounding with force. Then, it stopped.
The leader spoke before anybody else could. "Here- we are getting off here." She pressed her skinny body against the edge of the compartment, slipping through the small opening. The other clan cats hesitated before reluctantly following their leader out.
The sun was blazing. The ground burned against their pawpads. The ground was hard and smooth, some kind of Twoleg platform.
"Where are we?" Some she-cat whispered.
The leader squinted to look at the yellow-orange sky, and down at the flat horizon. Her words were weak and unsure, "We are... we are in our new home."