
The treacherous mountain pass known as Crow's Whisper was paved with the bones of brave travelers.
It was a bitter Autumn morning and the wind had snow in it that stung your flesh like needles. Although large the battle kitten, Kippers, didn't make a sound with his padded paws while walking on the frosted path. Creak!... echoed through the grey stone pillars as No Scars shifted her weight in the saddle; one hand on the the reins and the other hand always on the hilt of her bloodied war sword. There is a legend in this region of a ruthless guardian that patrols this pass.
Approaching a narrow crest, suddenly a loud cry rang out, a mix of wildcat and a barstool being scraped across a tile floor. The sound vibrated No Scars' bowels turning them to ice. It was the brutal 13 Scars on her raging steed Mr. Peepers! Bounding from a moss-covered crag the tabby fury hurled himself towards the travelers. Kippers fell backwards to meet their attacker with his fangs and claws. No Scars was thrown and then pinned under the bulk of her bi-colored charger. Looking towards the sky the last thing she saw was the point of a black spear and an even blacker shadow.
There will be more bones to pave the pass.
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