Memory

-Oh, things had been quiet lately, too quiet for her own good taste. The queen had often been thinking about Mysty, and wishing he was alive to keep her company. Shady was always off with his queens or with Janus and had no interest in her business anymore or the happenings of the Lair. But Venus did. She could remember the day Mysty died as if it was yesterday and not three years prior. What a war that had been with the Jellicles, when Mysty had managed to crawl back to the Lair and warn Shady of the happenings and then died from loss of blood in his back legs. A tear formed in the black-hearted queens eyes- "No..." -She lifted a paw and wiped the salty pearl from her eye, and she sat and pondered. The Lair was practically dead and the Yard was slowly dying....- "Is being here worth it anymore?" -She shudder softly at the odd feeling that others were thinking the same as her at the exact same time- "Oh Cheshire, my sister-in-law... how great minds really do think alike."