The Story So Far #1

"Two years....only two years of life is ahead of you. You can choose to spend them in a heaven of knowledge, freedom and cheese, or" , the rodent glanced at her audience listening with rapt attention "spend them cooped up in decadence, fear, shame and darkness. My friends, the choice is ours to make. Death is inevitable what matters is the journey. We cannot let that feline fiend destroy our careers. Let us show it who we are. We have to surpass our limitations, reach our true potential and unleash it on that beast. Ladies and Gentlemice! we have before us a life that we want to live and just one question stands in its path- WHO WILL BELL THE CAT?"

"WE WILL" The crowd roared. The wizened rat smiled. The hall was vibrant with energy. At the very back a small mouse was seated, trying to fade in his chair. Soslow wiped the beads of perspiration formed on his whiskers. His heart was thumping with the roar echoing through the hall. They were felicitating the fantabulous fifty- the top 50 warriors of the community. The ones from whom the rodents expected the most. Soslow was sulking, seething. He hadnt been selected. "Non Performance can never be rewarded"- his grandpa's voice was echoing in his head. He felt anger flowing through his veins. He had faced a tremendous disappointment. He got up from his chair and quietly left the celebrating rodents and walked into the darkness. The firmament had no stars for him today. Dark clouds hovered above his head. He walked to the beach and sat there, his brow knitted, contemplating the month's happenings. A month ago he was so sure of his abilities. Everything was going so well. Everyone told him, he would make it. So how did he end up here today? Wasnt he supposed to be the greatest rodent of all times? He stared had at the horizon, forcing back tears into his beady eyes. The ocean looked foreboding, its waves splashing wildly. He heard a faint voice. Meesha was standing behind him.