Thyme's Children

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The flames reached into the sky, far beyond the cloud tops, twisting, toxic smoke blocking the stars. Twelve wiry cats stared into the massive fire, seemingly mesmerized by it. The only sound was the wind through the trees; it seemed that even the great Pacific ocean that surrounded their island stopped roaring for the occasion. Each pair of eyes glowed red in it's unearthly light, growing, fixed on the surreal flame. It seemed to reach into the stars, and when it did, all went silent. No breathing, no wind, no water. The crackling of the fire stopped sounding.