The moonlight shone as a cosy lantern on the small woodland road. The cat gazed everywhere in search for possible enemies. The madness wandered in her brain and she could still feel the smell of human blood. The cat turned down a beaten track. Not far away, there was a voluminous shrub. She heard the screams from a long distance. Squealing screams. There they were, perfectly camouflaged and exact copies of herself. Black, thin and with the same look in the eyes.
The horrible gleam. Her kittens.
She was proud of her ability to give birth to them. It hadn't been easy. She had almost consumed them once. But the instinct, the fantastic maternal instinct, had won.
She thought that motherhood would kill the terrible feeling inside her. The feeling who made her kill.
But as she fell asleep at the shrub, she knew that wasn't the case. The feeling was still there....
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