Sandy's Escape: A Warriors Inspired Story

PART 3

Sandy ran hastily, getting away from the old twoleg den. The sun was beginning to set in the distance, casting an eerie red glow onto the ground.

I just have to find Drayton! Then my friends will all be okay! Right? Sandy's thoughts were everywhere, as she ran, and ran. away, and away.

Her muscles screamed in protest of running any further, as she made her dash over to that fuel place that Drayton was at.

Only a bit more running! You can do this Sandy! You can do this!

On the horizon was the fuel station. Sandy looked at it tiredly, but took a breath and continued her dash.

She arrived at the fuel station soon enough, her fur coated in dust and her paw pads leaving smears of blood in her tracks. She ran up to the corner where they had first met the dark ginger tom, and began calling for him.

“Drayton!” She called in a raspy voice. The old cat appeared from the corner of the building and looked at her, worry sparking in his eyes.

“Oh, you're Sandy, one of the rogues from earlier! What happened to your friends?” He asked innocently, sympathy in his eyes.

“They were… kidnapped! A big… pale ginger tomcat came and… dragged them into the… old Twoleg den!” Sandy struggled to speak through her panting and her extremely dry throat.

Drayton looked at her, and she caught a look in his eye…

Was it…excitement?

“Alright, just keep calm little one. I'll just be a second.” Sandy nodded, gasping.

He ran away around the corner of the fuel station, and came back a few minutes later with a somewhat large rock. He was barely holding the rock and more dragging it, as he brought it over to Sandy.

Maybe he'll hit that big tom in the head with it and get my friends back! Sandy hoped, as he placed it down.

“What will you do with that rock?” She questioned. Drayton looked up at her, and suddenly smiled—showing off his somewhat yellowed teeth.

“This is what I'll do!”

Drayton hastily picked the rock up and flung it at Sandy's head, hitting her with a hard crack.

Sandy let out a loud wail of pain, and fell over.

Her vision began getting hazy, the last thing she saw was a dark ginger blur looming over her.

Sandy woke up to something—no, someone—grooming her fur. She could barely open her eyes, and her head throbbed painfully.

It was oddly soothing, and Sandy forgot what had happened that day or where she was—until a wave of memory came over her and pushed her to finally open her eyes.

She opened her eyes, to see that she was inside an old abandoned twoleg nest—the one that Dawn and Stripe were caught in.

She looked all around. The red walls had skulls hung up on them, cat's skulls. She shivered and turned her head to see who was licking at her fur.

Her eyes met with the huge orange tom who had taken her friends.

Sandy screeched, the tom flinching. She got up on her paws and got ready to run away, when she noticed something tugging at her feet.

She looked down to see that there were old rags that stank of the fuel station wrapped around her paws and to the ground so she couldn't escape.

“Let me out!” She hissed to the huge tom, making him back away a little.

“How about, ah– no!” A familiar voice answered. Nubbins!

The tom walked out from a dark, empty doorway cunningly. His teeth were bared on the side of his face where he had his strange marking.

“Come on you mouse-brain! I think ah– you got all the blood offa her!” He hissed, looking over to the orange tom who shakily nodded.

“Dray-n's wonderin' what you ah– did with the other two!” He got up and ran off into the doorway Nubbins was in.

“Looks like it's gonna ah– be hard killin' you later.” Nubbins padded up to Sandy and began talking to her.

“Killing me? Why are you going to kill me?” “For your ah– meat, of course. There's ah– barely any prey around here, so me and my brothers get ah– hungry. We come from ah– a family of cats that eat ah– their own kind—pretty normal if you ask me.”

Pretty normal? What is wrong with these cats?

Sandy narrowed her eyes. “Why is it going to be hard killing me?”

“For one, you're very ah– strong for a she-cat.” Sandy felt a little bit of pride spark in her chest, then Nubbins went on.

“Another thing is,” Nubbins let out a mrrow of laughter before continuing. “Bubba likes you.”

“Who?” Sandy demanded.

“The ah– big orange guy, the one that ah– threw Sock against a wall.”

Oh no… Sandy bristled.
“His name is Stripe! And he's my brother!” “Stripe—Sock—doesn't matter. We're goin' to ah– kill you later, and I can almost ah– guarantee that he's goin' to stop this whole ah– operation just to save you.”

“He'd better not!” Drayton yowled from the other room where he and the orange tom were.

“Bet he ah– will!”

Drayton turned to Bubba. “You better not help her you fool! You already lost the other two, if we lose this one we'll all starve!” He nodded timidly, quivering.

“Promise you won't let her go—on purpose!” “Uh-huh! Uh-huh!” He whipped his head up and down.

“Good.” Drayton growled with satisfaction.

It seems like everyone here pushes that big tomcat around, it doesn't keep him from being dangerous, though. Sandy remembered what that savage cat did to Stripe and shivered.

“Hey! I have ah– an idea!” Nubbins meowed suddenly.

Sandy narrowed her eyes. “What.” She growled.

“Maybe I can ah– find a rag so I can ah– shut you up!” “But you're the one who's babbling on and on!”

Sandy sighed as the cat dashed off through a different doorway then the one he came in through.

Sandy began feeling drowsy, she looked out one of the old, cracked windows to see that it was getting dark out, the only light coming from the fuel station in the distance. Sandy wanted to curl up and sleep, just sleep until she couldn't sleep any longer—but she feared that if she did, the cats there would kill her.

“What now…?” She mewed to herself, looking around helplessly. “I'm just going to die here…?”
“Yes, you are.” A familiar voice answered. Drayton had padded over and began speaking with her like Nubbins did.

“Why did you have to knock me out with that rock?”

“You wouldn't have came willingly if I asked.” Sandy nodded with narrowed eyes.

“You know,” Drayton began, “you're pretty lucky at the moment.” Sandy looked up at him. “How am I lucky?”

“Well, normally cats here are killed when we get a hold of them. Bubba has sharp claws, and strong muscles—he's danger with claws and fur. But.” Sandy looked at him expectantly for him to continue.

“Sometimes, the pretty she-cats get to stay for dinner.”

“Stay for what?”

“We eat food together, then the—most of the time a she-cat—is killed with a rock.” Drayton explained. Sandy looked terrified, but pushed herself to speak.

“Who does the… killing?”

“Grandpa, of course.” He explained. He turned and padded away, leaving Sandy tied up.