Cats tiptoeing along a length of spider silk
Padded paws settling like a fog
The beast sleeps just underneath
Its shuddering breaths rise and fall
Not a sound
Don't miss a step
Don't hit the ground
We're almost there
So, so close
No! She fell!
We can't turn back
We have to!
I won't pick up her slack
What will she do?
Leave it alone, she's gone for good
No, I won't
Well, you should!
One cat remains, glancing back
She hears the beast, and the cord snaps
Throwing her to the turmoil below