A young foxcat boy with white chest fur, white tail tip, black ears, dark brown paws, with the rest of his fur light brown, with light violet eyes, like a lavender shade, with long claws sheathed, sat on a dark brown couch, drawing a feral cat, with his parents in the other room watching the news channel, on a flat screen TV, he heard the talk of a massacre which made him wonder what the word meant, but liked the sound of the name, and started listening to the news.
"-ndred dead bodies found in a a field. Reporters are still checking the reason why they ended up in a field of all places, and they seem unharmed but lying there cold and dead on the ground, no cuts or scratches or any sign of blood dropped from the bodies but their heart has stopped." The newsman gravely said. The foxcat boy giggled at hearing the man, unquiet sure why he did so though. He walked over to his parents and meowed his inquiry.
"Hey Mommy, does your body turn cold when you die?.." His m