Story by A.G. Smith
“NO! no…NOOO! Cried my dearest owner, Ruby, as I watched her cry in pain, knowing that death was her next chapter I learnt to cherish the name she gave me, Cat. Oh so creative to name a cat, Cat. Oh, afterall she did feed me, whatever she had (which was normally close to northing). I bet you're wondering “Why is she burnt?!” Well you better read on to unlock knowledge of how simple water, that normally keeps humans alive, decided her fate was death.
To understand how she got to that point let me take you back to 1424 ahhh the sun was shining, the breeze was relaxing and just when I thought nothing could go wrong Ruby chugs down a refreshing bucket of water straight from the well and she moaned “AH!” the water, it…it was deadly. I ran and ran to find a hazelnut (she was normally restricted from eating them because she would waste them by vomiting) when I got there they were all gone but luckily there was her mothers led makeup, the newest batch from the shops. The mayor is strictly “No witches!'' Due to having black cat like myself, now it's just a matter of time before she becomes declared a witch. These silly humans, killing their own kind because of preposterous superstitions!
Now where was I? Uh yes, 1424 I found the led, Ruby applied it, so focused on covering the wart she forgot all about the pain.“it was all mental!” I exclaimed in relief. Three weeks later, just when I thought she might now be declared a witch, as fast as lightning, a bastard gust of wind blew off her lead powder. “WITCH!” yelled many, all I could hear was the loud constant thud of my heart increasing by the second, at the sight of glowing racks and pitchforks, when they held it over me it was fire raining from the sky…next thing I knew I was the tailless cat. Oh but I couldn’t let this hold me back! While dripping blood I tugged at Ruby’s stockings, she took the hint and we ran back to our cottage, just hoping we would wake up alive.
We woke up alive the next morning, but held captive, ropes tied to our arms, legs and one wrapped around our neck to our mouths, in a donkey pulled carriage. Crowds of people yelling gruesome lines like “JUST KILL HER, NO TRIAL!” The trial was called water.