Waiting in the Shadows

Prologue
The skeleton cat in the black cloak struggled the escape the red she-cat's grasp. He was the powerful Death! He was not supposed to be able to be imprisoned! But this mere mortal had attacked him. Once captured, a gods powers were lost. Death could do nothing but hope this crazy cat would release him.

He reached into her mind, scanning her memories. Her name was Winglet, and she had been scorned her whole life, for her siblings, Jasper and Windflight, had always had more power than her. She had left her home in the hopes of gaining what she had lacked; power. And what better way to gain power than bringing down Death himself?

Death placed his voice in Winglet's mind. Why have you attacked me, mortal? The cat scoffed. "Because," she announced, "I want power. I'll let you go, but only if I can be the new Death. Come on, old guy. Don't you want a normal life?"

Death would have flattened his ears, but, being a skeleton, he didn't have any. Instead, he flicked his bony tail. Do you really think that I will accept this? Winglet grinned. "Yes, yes I do." As quick as a flash, she ripped off his tail.

Death laughed in her mind. That doesn't hurt, stupid! Winglet grinned. "I know, but this will."

Death assumed that she would rip off his head or something. But he was not prepared for the pain that followed. Winglet closed his eyes, and Death changed.

Death was covered in black fur. Fur! He felt blood coursing his veins. But his new form came with a price. Suddenly, blood flowed from where his tail would be, and agony pierced it.

Winglet sank her claws in Death's shoulder, leading to more blood and more pain. "Do you yield?" she asked. Death nodded slowly. "I-I yield." His voice was raspy, as he had not used it in over a century.

Winglet closed his eyes, and Death returned to his original form. Winglet ripped off his cloak, and Death silently screamed in agony as his bones dissolved in the sunlight.

*****

Winglet grinned at the ashes on the forest floor. She grinned. "Sorry, old guy. There can only be one death." An idea sprouted in her head, to get revenge on those who had hurt her. "And death is now a game."

And with that, Winglet ran towards the twolegplace, to kill those who had tortured her, and made her feel weak. They, and all others who would perish, would be tortured forever.

She would have ultimate power.