Out There



"Are you okay?"

"No."

"How long have you been hurting for?"

"As of now? Forever."

The sequel to Beautiful. The Blurb, and everything below it contains spoilers

The Blurb
What really happened the night of the terrible fire? Midnightflower doesn't know, but she's convinced her sister does. Where has Coral been all these moons, and why did she never go back? Mysteries are piling up, and Firefly's conviction approaches. Conflict is abundant, and suddenly, everyone becomes aware of the truth out there.

Prologue
The light was dangerous

The dark was only pain

Nothing was left

But the insane

"Midnight! Midnight!"

The white she-cat yowled for her sister, but no response was heard. Her green eyes will filled with pure fear, as she ran through the blazing fire.

"Firefly!" She yowled, but there was no avial. Nothing was coming to rescue her.

Desperate to survive, the small white she-cat pushed past the embers on the wood, avoiding the searing pain. "Midnight! Firefly!" She yowled.

"Coral!"

Hearing Midnight's call, the she-cat ran towards her, only to hit a wall of flames.

With no other way out, she backed into another wall, her back suddenly searing with pain.

She rolled on the ground, trying to get the flames out, her white fur blackening into soot.

Her voice became weak, and she retreated to moss covered cavern where she would told to shelter. She was scared, but she was positive she would make it.

Then, the smoke covered her eyes, making her trip. The last thing she felt was growing stone cold at the deepest part of the ever.

~

Something began to lift Coral. She could feel warmth covering her, and she twisted around. Muffled noises surrounded her, but none of them made any sense.

Still hanging on, she desperatly sucked in a breath. It hurt terribly, likely from the soot and ash in her lungs. She started coughing, which quickly began painful. In the blurry sight that was around her, she could see her blood dripping.

''Midnight... Firefly...''

Still hearing the muffled sounds, she shut her eyes, and falling deeply asleep.

~

When the young she-cat awoke, she felt different. Her neck was tight, and she felt oddly stiff. Then she remembered the fire. Neither Midnight, nor Firefly had found her, leaving her to the conclusion that they were dead.

In desperation, she opened her eyes, hoping for her old home. Instead, what she saw was completely different. "What is this place?" She muttered to herself.

"Oh, you're awake!"

Coral whipped around, and spotted a brown and white she-cat. "Hello there Snowy! Nice to see you'll be okay!"

Coral looked around, to see if this cat who this cat was talking too.

"You silly!" Said the cat. "I'm Molly. Nice to meet you!"

Coral blinked. "Snowy?"

Molly nodded. "That's what the house-folk are calling you. Is that not your name? Sorry, but it's all I know."

"My name is Coral." Replied the small she-cat. "What is this place?"

Molly mewed, "Well Coral, I live here, and now, you do too. The house-folk rescused you from an awful fire. Did you run away from your old house-folk?"

''House-folk? Does she mean Twolegs?''

"Um," she mewed. "I've never lived with 'house-folk' before. I lived in the wild, with my sisters, Midnight and Firefly."

Molly's brown eyes widened. "Wow! I've never been outside my own garden before. You're so lucky!"

''She doesn't know a thing. Stupid kittypet.'' Clearing her throat, Coral mewed, "It's not that great. But I'd rather be out there, than stuck here."

Molly shrugged. "You know, I'm kinda wondering why they named you Snowy. I mean sure, you've got white patches, but you've got huge calico portions all over you."

Coral froze. What? "...I'm pure white though." She mewed.

Molly shook her head. "No way. Look in the mirror." She pointed with her tail, to what looked to be a puddle, only clearer. Coral stepped up, and realized she was no longer the cat she used to be.

Instead of pearly, silken fur, it was short, and rough. And now, what might look like calico, was really just burnt fur.

What have I become?