Guardians of the Magical Forest

Nobody expected the forest guardians to appear that day. We were just four cats on a simple

picnic adventure. Me, the orange one, my chubby gray buddy, our tall yellow

friend, and the tiniest kitten who refused to walk and insisted on riding my back

the whole journey. The magical forest seemed perfect. Glowing plants lit our path through

the soft fog, and we found the ideal spot to spread out our snacks. Everything was peaceful

until the trees started moving. Not the trees, actually. Them.

Tall blue figures with glowing stripes dropped from the branches like rain. They formed a circle

around us, their yellow eyes locked on our little group. Their spears glowed