Forever Running

Scratch.

I became concious again, well, i dont know how long after that. But i woke up to soft voices, and small colorful heads. Thats right- im still a cat. The heads were being flung around the room, at least from my point of view. The dizziness started to clear up, and i saw a dirt ceiling. I slowly started to roll over and sit up. A wave of nausea came crashing over'' me, and i fell once again onto the dusty soil. I felt a cool... something being draped over me. a damp blanket? I dont know, but it sure felt good.

"Malakai, huh?" A soft voice asked me. It sounded so pitiful. Meek. As if it had been in my situation before. "I'm not sure what he said," I claimed, "but it was a big... brown thing. Had white on his head I think." She, i suppose, nodded her head. "Thats him. Malakai the boar. Thinks he's so cool, that he owns the place. But he's just a bully and a hot mess," She said, "By the way, my name's Margaret. I'm a red fox, and I was born and raised here.This is Tori, Ron and Wonton." she pointed in the general direction if three other beings. Margaret must have seen me squinting, because she said, "Tori is a baby lion. In Africa, she was an orphan, loved and cared for in a native's house, but the authority found her and assumed she was dangerous, and then sent her here." She paused to take a breath when Tori screamed, "I LIKE BUBBLES!!!" One of the others clamped his paw on her mouth, leaving her shocked. "Um, hi... I'm Ron. Im a weasel." As my vision slowly cleared, i could see his blurry tail flagging in the non-existent wind. He whispered something to Tori, and turned back to me." I lived in a colony of other weasels... just like me. And then they... they ABANDONMEWHILEIWASLEEPING" He wailed a long, dramatic cry and curled up in to a ball, facing the wall.

The last one, Wonton, strode up to me. My vision is now crystal clear. Wonton was an eagle, with fantabulous wings, cream with small brown and tan specks. His beak shone in the light from the hole in the ground above, so i suppose we are underground.

" I can sense," he said in a deep voice full of mystery. "That you are a Morph."

I glanced around the small, earthy room. Ron, the light brown weasel with a fluffy tail sat in a pile in the far corners of the roomy hole, whining and crying. Tori, a beautiful golden thing, with huge blue eyes, desperatly scratching to reach the shining enterance. Not suprisingly, she was bigger than the others, an still couldn't reach.

I turned around to look at Wonton, still there, closer this time. his steely dark green eyes bored in to mine. I held my ground.

"What did you say to me?"