Asher the Survivor

Chapter Five

I must rest. He told himself, his paws were covered in many scrapes, and it hurt just to walk. He collapsed on the ground with the rock in front of him. As he laid there a fluorescent pink light washed over him, and jolted him back to his senses. What is happening?! He panicked. He tried to look above him, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t move. He was levitating, slowly entering the craft of the Ultra-terrestrails.

As he entered the UFO he gazed around to see several control panels, and a metal gurney. The navy colored aliens were chatting in unpronounceable squeals. Asher’s hackles raised, and he snarled revealing his teeth; though he was injured he could no doubt slay a few aliens. ‘’Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!’’ He sounded his battle-cry as one of the Ultra-terrestrails approached. Asher bit near the direction of it’s long bony hand. The alien’s shiny skin was reflective blue, and it’s eyes were blacker than a starless night. Then another Ultra-terrestrail approached and cast a mesh net over Asher.
He flung himself trying to break free from it’s mesh grasp, only to wiggle further into the endless trap. The alien picked him up and no matter how hard he fought, he couldn’t break free; he only exhausted himself from the reckless hissing and spitting. The alien sat him on a gurney. And the four aliens stood, discussing something in their weird otherworldly chatter; but one of them sounded like they said
‘’Tail docked.’’...
No they’re going to take my tail? Asher recoiled, flattening his ears. Does a tail really serve a purpose anyways? He gazed at it one last time, fearing they would remove it. Then he remembered that if you traded your tail to a witch, you'd get nine lives in exchange. He fought with everything he had to keep it.