Sandy's Escape: A Warriors Inspired Story

PART 2

The cats had run as far away from that crazy tom as possible, getting away from him and his disgusting food choice.

Up ahead the distance—but now very close-by, Sandy saw a shimmering light. It was a sort of Twoleg building. Monsters were sleeping there.

Sandy winced as she watched their masters seem to stab things into them. Whatever the things were full of, the scent was horribly rancid and strong.

“There! Over there!” Stripe cried, as they dashed over to the huge building.

They skidded to a halt as they made it to the strong smelling place. “What is this place?” As they slowed down, Dawn asked the question in a cracked voice from her screeching earlier.

“It's the fuel station, young one.” An older voice answered. Around the corner of the building, came a dark, washed out orange tom, his fur was thin and his eyes were blue.

“The what?” Sandy questioned. “This is where the twolegs feed their monsters, they give em' fuel and they keep on moving.”

Stripe nodded tiredly. “My name's Stripe, and this is Sandy and Dawn. Maybe can you give us directions? We just got chased over here by some crazy tom, and we want a way out of here.” The older cat looked at them. “I'm Drayton, and yes I can give you directions.”

He got up more to his feet and began explaining, “I don't know these parts too well, I see cats like you come and go—but the advice I give them is always the same.”

“What could that advice be?” Drayton shook his head, then looked back at the black she-cat. “Ya see that old twoleg den a bit ways up?”

Over in the distance, was an old, nearly rotting twoleg den—its walls with dead ivy climbing up the off-white walls. Drayton gave it a nod, his eyes glinting as he turned back to the cats.

“Ask the folks there, they've been here long.” He then whispered something quietly to himself, that Sandy couldn't catch. “Huh?” She pressed, leaning over.

“Nothing. Get along now, you'd want to find your home soon, I'd imagine.” He shooed the rogues off to the house. Dawn nodded and got up, nudging Sandy who was sitting.

I wonder what that Drayton cat would have to murmur about that house?—

Dawn nudged her harder. “Come on,” Sandy snapped back to her world and nodded. “—Oh, alright.”

“This is it, Drayton said this was the place.” Stripe announced wearily, trotting up to the old wooden door. The rogues had made it carefully to the old twoleg nest, crossing the Thunderpath steadily as they made their way there.

The sun couldn't seem to get any hotter, as Sandy felt like her whole body was blazing—and wouldn't stop until a cool wave of night air put it out.

Dawn nodded. “It looks huge, I think we should go in and find the cats.”

Stripe whipped his head back and narrowed his eyes. “Neither of you are going in there! Got that? We don't know what cats live here—for all we know it could be that Nubbins guy from earlier.” He straightened himself up a bit, then took a breath.

“I'll be going in alone.”

Dawn gasped. “No! Don't you dare! I'm not letting you risk your life!” Sandy stood up. “Neither am I!”

Stripe shook his head. “Keep your fur on,” he padded up to the old door, open by just a crack so cats could go in and out.

Turning his head back, he said one last thing: