| rdfs:comment | - Prey's eyes opened sharply at the scent of smoke. He coughed the foul scent before peeling the heat pricking at his pelt. Fire. He quickly jumped off his special spot on the couch, where he had been sleeping. He looked out through the window, it was night, and nobody was awake. But he was too busy running running out of the living room and trying to find and exit, to question how a fire would start in the middle of the night. The lights were off so it was impossible to see, but that didn't matter, Prey knew the house like the back of his paw.
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| abstract | - Prey's eyes opened sharply at the scent of smoke. He coughed the foul scent before peeling the heat pricking at his pelt. Fire. He quickly jumped off his special spot on the couch, where he had been sleeping. He looked out through the window, it was night, and nobody was awake. But he was too busy running running out of the living room and trying to find and exit, to question how a fire would start in the middle of the night. The lights were off so it was impossible to see, but that didn't matter, Prey knew the house like the back of his paw. He pushed himself to continue running, and fight against the pain and the burning on his pelt. He successfully reached an open window using the memory of his house. Just when he was about to use his remaining strength to jump out of the window, he heard a scream. It was coming from upstairs where the parents and his best friend were sleeping. Prey didn't have to think to turn around, and go save them. He was turning around when a burning wall fell in front of the stairs, the fire created enough light for Prey to make out the carpet on them molding away. He couldn't do anything now, he would just have to pray for the best. His heart pounding like lighning, and anxienty taking over him, he jumped out of the window, where he waited patiently, not minding the cold of the night. As he watched ambulances and firetrucks pull in he kept wondering the same thing, Who had hated the Green's enough to burn their house down. He knew this was no accident, it couldn't have been. He waited patiently though, and was thrilled when he saw his masters being pulled out. His delight soon changed to dread and misery as he realized their body's were limp. The firefighters knew it too because they sighed and didn't bother to put the bodies into the ambulance. Prey felt his heart shatter. Those were his owners, the people who played with him, the people who took care of him and provided him shelter, the people who loved him. And they were all gone, now he had nobody, nothing remained for him to do anything but weep and mourn over his loss. The only thing that he had left was now a big pile of Ash.
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