The small village of Willowmere had its charm—cobblestone streets, ivy-covered cottages, and a legend that intrigued both locals and visitors. It was said that every feline in the village belonged to a secret society, a guardianship passed through generations of cats. Some dismissed it as folklore, but to cat lovers like Clara, it was an enchanting mystery she couldn't resist exploring.
Clara had recently moved to Willowmere to escape the noise of city life. She rented a cozy stone cottage at the edge of the woods. Her tabby, Mistletoe, had adjusted quickly, prowling the garden as if he owned it. Clara had always believed Mistletoe was special—too clever for his own good.
One crisp autumn morning, Clara noticed something peculiar. Mistletoe had vanished overnight. Panicked, she searched the house and garden, calling his name. Just as worry began to cloud her thoughts, she spotted a scrap of parchment on her doorstep. Scribbled on it was a simple message:
"The Gathering awaits. Follow the silver light."
TO BE CONTINUED
