Lost Heros

Chapter Two

    Figi yawned, stretching, she looked out from behind the dumpster. It was still dark, except for the streetlights that lit up the alleys. Shadows strtched from everything. Something moved in the corner of the young cats eye. Squenching her eyes, she looked in the shadows. Her heart pounding as a giant shadow with a long tail stretched toward her. Terrified, she was ready to turn around and screech, when a tiny figure came padding from the shadow. A rat! Figi turned back toward her nest behind the dumpster, with her jaws opened wide with another yawn.
    She curled up in her nest, unable to fall back asleep, especially with her father, Claw, snoring his fur off. She sat back up. A slight moaning sound was coming from  a cat. But it was hard to tell wich cat out of the many who were sleeping back there. She stood up and picked her way through the sleeping cats, until she found the cat, who was moaning in pain. It was her mothers good friend, Red. She was wet with swet, too. I better go find father! She thought. She padded quickly, and quietly through the cats, back to the side where her family slept. She gently put her paws on her fathers side and wiggled him back  and fourth.
   "Claw! Wakeup!" Her father was the alleys medicine keeper. He could treat anything.
   "Figi? Wha?" He mewed blinking his droopy, tired eyes.
   "Shhhh! I think somethings wrong with Red. She is wet with swet. And she keeps moaning really loud." She whispered.
   "That does sound bad. Let me go check on her." He hauled himself out of the nest, and padded sleepily toward the other side of the dumpster, careful not to wake anycat.
   Padding almost silently, Figi followed Claw. She halted beside her father, who was gazing at Red, a worried look in his eyes.
    "Red has a bad fever. She must be sick with something. I have to wake her, just in case....." Her father mewed.
Figi wiggled with worry. What was wrong with Red? Could her father fix her? Because his words didn't make her very confident. She watched as Claw wiggled Red. She wouldn't wake up. Figi stared at Red, and was able to get a glimpse of her flank rising and falling with each breath taken. But she was barely alive.
   "Claw," she asked, her voice shaky,"what's wrong with Red?"
   "I...I don't exactly know whats wrong with her," He turned at her with his soft brown eyes, "but she might not ever wake back up." He mewed sadly. Figi's heart seemed to crack like it had been made of glass. Red was the only  cat who would play with her and Jay when they were so bored. And even worse, Red was expecting a litter of kits!
    "Figi, I need you to wake up all the cats, tell them to move to a different place because I Think this may be very contagious." Her father said. He looked scared. She knew something bad was going to happen.