Gingers story ***DISCONTINUED***

Chapter 18

He looked at the figure that stood in front of him as if from a horror movie but in reality. Claws thought to himself before responding in a harsh tone. "Who are you???!!!" He asked as he stared diligently at the figure hoping that it was just a figment of his imagination. "Who am I? You ask?" The silhouette responded whilst it chuckled slightly "well... Claws... you know exactly who I am" the figure continued. It started walking towards Claws who was still sitting in the odd chair. The figure got closer and closer and closer until only the face could be seen. Claws looked at the face horrified at what he saw. It was him. The wolf that had been trampling right on the tracks of Claws trying to catch him. Claws had managed to evade him so far but he was cornered this time. The wolf had a long bushy coat of fur coloured deep blue, he had sky blue eyes and a big scar going across his face from right to left diagonally from top to bottom. It was Tyson. Claws stood up from the chair and meowed as loud as he could hoping someone heard and came to rescue and help him. He knew that his dad, Ginger, had passed out in his own room. "I never should have left his room..." Claws thought to himself.