The brilliantly white kitten clumsily takes its first few steps on tottering paws. A cool summer breeze gently tickles its fur as it searches the naturally lush, verdant woods it makes its home in, then continues on to find a new destination. The kitten seems to smile happily, bright green inquisitive eyes basking in the wonderment of life itself.
Intoxicated by pure rapturous, harmonious life, it pauses to take a drink from a tiny rivulet of water running down a cool, clean rock. Its tiny pink tongue laps at the refreshing water, and then it moves on, ready to explore.
Suddenly the kitten is airborne. Not even its fanasticly honed hearing could detect the silent wingbeats of the stealthy raptor. The kitten screams, a high pitched keening that the snowy owl ignores.
A crimson trickle begins to flow slowly from the newborn's side as the razored talons of its captor begin to pierce through its fragile skin. The scent of blood of fuels the bird's carnal hunger for flesh.
Another high pitched keen begins, but this keening is not from the kitten. Instead, it erupts over and over from the hungry gullets of the baby owls, devoid of any feathers, disgustingly unpropotioned heads spread open seemingly impossibly wide, ready to devour.
The injured animal is dropped into the nest, and the frenzy begins. The last sight the embattled kitten has is of a thin beak heading for its head, a flash of white turning to a spray of crimson as the optical cord of the kitten is severed and removed, quickly disappearing into the gullet of the enemy.
As skin is rent and flayed, the kitten feels air rushing around it once more, the mother owl using her ripping beak to throw the cat into the air, the crack of bones snapping as it lands amidst the chaos of hunger once more.
Then, mercy. Final grace.
The kitten looks skyward with unseeing sockets weeping crimson tears as the snowy owl drives her beak through the kitten's neck, severing its spine and giving sleep.
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A White Wolf
