"Hi. Need some help?" Came a rough she-cat's voice. A gray head popped up in front of her.
"You bet!" Yelled Graystripe. Drake saw the cat's head move from her cage to Graystripe's and get to work on his lock.
Then the top-fur came in. Again.
"Quick! Get out of there!" Called the silver cat. "Don't get caught!"
Graystripe and Drake jumped out of their cages and followed the gray cat.
"Wait! What about Scrap?!"
Their rescuer turned her head toward Drake. "How urgent?"
"Very."
The gray cat looked at Scrap's cage. "Distract the twoleg. I'll get her cage."
Graystripe and Drake had two very different approaches to "distract" the twoleg. Drake was going for the fake charm she uses at home to get food, weaving through his legs, while Graystripe was trying everything he could on knocking the twoleg down. Jumping off of cages and landing on the twoleg's head.
"Ya know," he yelled over the commotion, "You think these guys would be easy to knock over, with only two legs and all." Drake laughed at that, then looked up and saw the twoleg start to wobble a little.
"Graystripe!" She yelled, " Try that again!"
Graystripe leapt into the air and hit the twoleg as hard as he could. Just then Drake went underneath him and darted out just as he fell.
The gray she-cat ran up with Scrap not far behind. "Woah," Scrap said, "Nice job ya' two. Now let's git outta 'ere afore he gits up!"
And they did. At that very moment another twoleg came through the door, yowling at the one on the ground. They all darted through the door before it closed and ran out into the countryside.
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The Journey
AdventureDrake thought her life was perfect. Three caring top-furs, a comfy bed, full meals every day. Life was good. That is, until she woke up to nothing. A different (and scary) nest, empty bowl, and an empty feeling in her heart. Her top-furs would...
