Cat Tears. That was all Cat felt. Tears. Flowing, like a river. She was crying, for god's sake, crying. Why? Why was she? Simple. Moon Flower was dead. Gone. Lost. Forever. Killed by other cats. Her faithful, loyal white cat was no more. She cried and she sobbed and she begged. Begged, begged to get her back, staining the #lifeless, blood soaked body with tear tracks. Yet part of her lived on, Cat could feel it. Part of her was still in the living realm. In her. Moon Flower was dead, yes, but at the same time she wasn't. Cat stood, shaking, metal guns cold against her hands as she walked, Moon Flower cradled in her arms. Then her knees buckled and she fell. The aches of hunger raged in her stomach, setting of explosions of pain. She gasped, clutching her stomach, wincing. Moon Flower dropped to the floor again and it started to rain. Was this how she was going to die? Alone, famished, guilty? Because of her, because he was weak, Moon Flower would perish twice. Then a pair of eyes flashed in her direction. Bright glowing eyes, like a cat...