I can keep away the creeps

The day had been gone by quick and made place for the evening, announcing the return of night. The dark masked cat had already his dinner, as everyone in the Elite and was now out again. He did not feel the need to sleep yet, having been sitting silently among the other Young Ones. Something about tonight had drawned his attention and he felt like getting out for a moment. Further away there were some homes, their lights burning. Moros had never been there, a undiscovered part of the Twolegs. He stared at it, his mind full with thoughts about what to find there. Honesty, not much different than what he could find elsewhere. People who lived there, with or without their pets. The pets, that was a more interesting bit though. Pets meant cats, also known as Kittypets. The weakest kind of cat to be found, living with humans who provided for them. Who kept them safe. A Kittypet could be a fun toy to play with, seeing the fear in their eyes as they slowly realised where he was from. He did not have his collar yet, so the only give away was his scent. He still did not feel like sleeping and why not have a little fun. Surely neither his mentor and the General would mind if he spread the word a little more. With that decision Moros had left the Bloodclan territory and headed for the new undiscovered part of the neighbourhood. Or was it another neighbourhood? The streets were illuminated by the streetlights, everytime he walked under one a huge shadow appeared next to him. It was fitting and he couldn't help but grin. Some people suddenly walked his way and while the Young One liked to be fearless, he also was not stupid. People were inestimable, they could be friendly, ignore you or totally hate your guts. He did not wait to find out and instead quickly fled into the bushes of a garden. The Twolegs walked past, loudly talking among them selves. Why were they always so loud anyways? Moros sneaked out of his hiding place when it seemed safe to do so and looked around. The Twoleghouse was occupied, something the lights and a silhouette of a man gave away. Moros copper eyes stared at the movement, until it disappeared. He wondered, did this twoleg live along or perhaps he could find a poor soul to bother here. With not much better do to, Moros decided to get a better look around. He walked through the snow, which was much thicker here than on the street by the way, and as quick as he reached the house as quiet as he could. Sadly enough, sneaking did turn out to be his weakness, but humans did not have very good ears. In the meantime, he noticed, the sky had become dark. Almost no stars visible and the moon was hiding behind some clouds. You could see the silver light through it, but it was not much. The lights on the street didn't reach here and the few lamps that burned inside the house were not helping either. Which was a good thing for the Bloodclanner, he could see enough in the dark and with no lights he wouldn't be discovered too quickly. However, there were sadly enough no smells that pointed out to a cat living here. Or a dog for that matter. Of course, if someone lived inside the house without having a change to get outside and be a little bit of a respectable cat, Moros would not find them. He wasn't planning on breaking in. The chocolate point decided that he would not find his luck here and wanted to leave to the next place when suddenly drops fell out of the sky. First he though it was rain, but when it landed on his nose and it felt a bit painful, he realised that he was dealing with hail. Now, Moros did not mind the pain. Absolutely not. But he did mind getting wet. Especially in the winter with the low temperatures. So while it started to hail harder, the sound overwhelming the first calm ambiance, he knew he had to get to a dry place and wait it out. Moros first thought was returning to the bushes, but just as he turned around to do so, his eye fell on a door. An open door. It did not belong the house, but to a shed. A dry shed. Moros did not turn down that kind of offer and quickly made his way towards the wooden building. The door was held in place with a long metal thing, making it so that it didn't open the whole way. Moros could not reach it, which wasn't a problem as the space between the door and the doorpost was still wide enough to fit him. More because most of his body was fur, which just flattened as he went through the opening. There were no sounds, at least, no sounds a human could make. So he was willing to take the risk. It was fully dark inside, but what did he expect. What he did see in the dark was a mess. Many twoleg things were laying around, some on the ground and other stuff on the table. Which was a workbench by the way, but he did not know that or cared about it. It was a dry and safe place, that was the important part. It was a pity he failed in his plan, but if he got sick or anything he would be useless for the Elite.

It was still going on outside, the loud noise was actually worse here. As the hail ticked on the roof. At least it told him that he had to wait a bit longer. Moros did hope he didn't have to spend the night here, because that wasn't on his planning. As he looked around a bit more, because what else could he do, something strange got his attention. It was standing in the corner, whatever it was. Most of the stuff here did not matter to him, yet this weird looking this was. It looked like a cat and it also didn't. It had the had of a cat, but that was already the size of a cat's body. Also, it was more like they tried to make it look like a cat. Moros could not decide on what it was supposed to be. He did know one thing. It gave him the creeps. Even though it didn't do anything. It just wasnt right and for some reason he did not like that one bit. He stared at it, now imagining it stared back. It kind of did. Glassy green eyes looked at him, stared him lifeless in the soul. As he got more used to the dark, he could make out more of the appearance before him. While the head was catlike, the body did remind him more of a human. Also, the colors did not make sense. He haven't met any blue cats in his life. It was a color rarely found in nature, it came the closest to a flower he once saw. Deep blue, apart from the area around his mouth and his belly, that was a much lighter color. Still blue though. The material looked dusty, yet the weird thing was also kind of shiny. In a metalic way. Also, as he now started to understand a bit more what the hell he was looking at, he came to the conclusion that it did not look complete. Of course, he did not understand what it looked like complete, but he did see that one of his forepaws was missing from the middle. Instead a piece of gray metal stuck out with some bright colored wires. There were also holes, Moros could almost look inside the body. What he did see was just more metal and wires. It was not alive, it wasn't supposed to be alive. But why did it look like it was. Why did he expect the fake cat to move any moment. Urgh, he hated it. It was silent, very silent. The kind of silent you could cut with your claws and leave marks behind. It took a while for him to understand what that meant. No more hail outside. He could leave and that cursed thing would stay behind. Also, he would never mention this to anyone. It was a failed mission he gave himself, but at this point he started to get tired. It took him some effort to tear his gaze away from his new friend until he was able to turn around and quickly leave the place. When he walked towards his finding his paw missed the button laying on the ground. In fact, he totally didn't notice it. Now however, his paw landed straight on it. Almost a second later there was a loud sound behind him. A rusty old limb that moved, clicking into the place. Moros turned around quick as lightning. The still complete arm of the fake cat had moved. From hanging beside the body to being lifted up. Moros muttered some words he learned in the Elite, none of them were positive. What in the General's name? It was alive. Suddenly, the eyes closed. For a few seconds, too long for a normal blink, before opening again. And now, now he was sure the thing was looking at him. Well, until the head moved to the right. Moros tail became a lot more thicker and the fur on his back raised. His claws were out, ears down in the neck. He was a Bloodclanner, he should not fear anything. He was not supposed to be weak. But at this moment he could only think frick it. He kept his eyes on the monster, as that was a more fitting name for it. He did not dare to step back or look any other way. It started..singing. Or at least, that was what it sounded like. It had the voice of a twoleg, but even if it spoke like a cat, he was sure he could not make anything of it. The words were cracking, repeated and incomplete. It moved it's head back, due to it not being fully attached it hung a bit down, the reason it made eyecontact with Moros. Who did not care about that, only that it made eyecontact. He just knew it would come forwards to him every moment and end his life right there. Of course, it didn't. It stayed there, right in the corner, performing. It was made to perform, like it did long ago. Found by the owner of the house, it now spend it's days here. Still working. Still alive. It sang for the cat. Words without a meaning. It moved. Limbs that did not work properly anymore. The cat did not care for the performance, it would not clap and cheer as the childeren did. The only thing on his mind was how he would get away from here.

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