Cool Cat 1

Cool Cat
> Northern United States
> A large city is facing a harsh winter
> The skyline fading into the bleak grey horizon as snow falls and wind bites into the land
> It's human residents brave the cold in thick clothing while going about their business
> Animals have hunkered down avoiding the cold whenever possible
> Here in the back alleys of the frozen city a small herd of fluffies eek out an existence
> "S-s-s-smawty, f-f-f-fwuffy s-s-owwy m-make bbbb-bad poo-oopiessss"
> A shivering colt sits outside a cardboard box
> "P-p-p-pwea-ase wet f-fwuff ff ff ffy in wa-a-awm pieowe..."
> Light blue and white the colt's tiny wings flutter as he tries to shake off some of the snow coating him with little success
> "Nuu! Cowt make bad poopies on hewd! Poopies outside! Nuu wawm piowe fo' bad fwuffies!"
> The solid red unicorn at the edge of the pile has a large brown stain over his right flank
> Frozen solid the feces make his and several others fluff matted and uncomfortable
> Though the frozen feces no longer smells it makes keeping warm more difficult for the tiny creatures
> "B-b-b- hhh b-b- buuh suu-hh-uu-uuu c-c-c-hhh-c-owwddd... c-c-co-o-owt wan waw-w-w-wm-hhhh-hhhh-hhhh...."
> Wings now barely twitching the fluffy curls into a ball tucking his exposed feet, face, and bottom under what fluff he has
> The tail curls up and he covers as much as he can with it
> Ice crystals have frozen over his cheeks where he was crying
> His nostrils are dangerously clogged with hardened snot
> "f...f...f..f..f..f..fwuffy... w.w..w..w..w..wan... wa...a.a..a..a... a... ... a... ... ..."
> Suffering for hours from hypothermia and too young to have grown a winter coat the colt dies in front of his herd
> "Smawty nuu wet bad fwuffies in hewd... hewd nuu wike bad fwuffies... offa fwuffies good..."
> The colt like many fluffies did not survive his first winter
> The herd now cuddle closer in the square moving box
> Two tiny foals born only days before suckle on their mother lying in the center of the pile
> Protected from the cold and wind they won't die of hypothermia
> "Mummah...mummah... tummy huwt... mummah... mummah..."
> The lack of food however, will give them little chance of survival
> "Mummmah sowwy bebbehs... nuu nummies... tuu cowd... nuu get nummies now... pwease sweep... nummies soon... pwomise bebbehs..."
> The mother is far skinner than she should be
> In fact the whole herd is practically anemic
> The smarty has decided to hunker until the snow storm blows over
> He's been smarty for what fluffies call, "wawm den cowd time"
> It's approximately one year
> The solid blood red fluffy was born, and will most likely die with his herd
> After the last smarty, his father, died at the hands of a large cat he has kept his herd safe
> This isn't his first winter either, years of experience give him a wealth of knowledge most smarties never acquire
> A thick fluff coat also helps
> But, this winter isn't like the last two
> The unseasonable cold has caused more snow than ever
> For the last week it has been nonstop
> He would move to gather food if the winds would stop, but it has only been getting worse
> Fluffies can survive in snow and while it's snowing
> Their thick coats keep the cold away and if they move as a group they can keep warm
> However, with cold winds blowing through their legs and blowing winds knocking around fluffies they can't stay together
> "Mummah nee nummies smawty... mummah nuu haff miwkie fow bebbehs... nee nummies fow bebbehs miwk..."
> The smarty sitting closest to the opening is becoming irritable with the constant bad weather
> "Nuu! Sky make mean cowd windies! Fwuffies nuu guu out in cowd windies! Fwuffies haff wongest sweepies wike bad cowt!"
> He points a leg at the now still body outside the box slowly being covered in snow a faint trace of the light blue fluff remains visible
> The fluffies in the box all mewl
> "nuu... fwuffy nuu wan sweepies fow evah... hewp fwuffy suu hungwy..."
> The smarty quickly tucks his leg back under his fluff and turns his back to the opening
> The foals resume whining, woken from their short sleep by the smarties yelling and the fear they sense in their herd
> "Mummah! nuu sweep! nuu sweep! nummies! mummah! tummeh huwty! mummah! nuu sweep! mummah..."
> The mother cries as she hugs her whining foals who try to suckle yet again
> She knows that they will die if they don't get milk soon
> Snuggling closer the fluff pile tries to sleep but the foals incessant chirping, howling winds, and biting cold give them no reprieve
> The lightly mewling box and a fresh body outside it brings out a familiar monster from its hiding place
> Across from the box in the alley sits a fat orange tabby cat
> He's been stalking this herd for well over a year now
> Being a rather smart cat he has managed to balance his diet with other small animals and trash when the fluffy herd got small
> He smiles as he thinks to himself
> 'meow meow meow meow... meow meowwww!'
> It reads something like this
> "Aww... another tiny animal meets... eat it!"
> Cats have a weird sense of humor
> Stepping softly in the snow the cat slinks across the windy alley towards his quarry
> Quickly peeking his head around the lip the cat observes the fluffies all snuggling in a pile
> No fluffies are looking towards the doorway, unable to hear any danger
> 'looks warm, too bad they won't let me in.  I'll take this gift instead though...'
> The cat grabs the corpse by the neck and silently drags it back to his own hiding place
> A soiled king sized bed lies sideways next to a dumpster creating a tent like structure
> The fat cat has happily slept here for the last two weeks
> The fluffies die on their own from time to time and corpses are pushed outside
> Easy eating
> Other fluffies walking through the alley are also a tasty meal weak from hunger and cold
> The herd however is too good to kill all at once
> Their leader is actually pretty clever
> He's managed to avoid you once or twice
> He'll keep the herd alive
> As the cat tears into the corpse the wind picks up and snow pours from the sky
> Over the next day it only gets worse