Witchey started to run. The abandoned shack that she called home was in sight. Her paws left the ground as she jumped up, her claws latching on to the worn stone. She squeezed through a hole where a small window used to be, and dropped down onto the warm floor.
Whirr's face lit up at the sight of Witchey. "Witchey! We thought you were lost!" Her small wings twitched. Scientists had tried to infuse a mouse with hummingbird DNA, but only succeeded in creating Whirr- a gray mouse with wings and feathers. Witchey looked around to make sure all the members of her pack were there. Leng- a Terroir with a cat tail, a Snen- a snake with bird legs, Twinn- a two headed dog, Zerj- half chicken/half spider, Scrah- a raccoon with three front legs, Hase- Half cat/half dog, and Scopo- a small cat with a scorpion tail.
Leng called a meeting. The oddities gathered around the center of the dark shack. Zerj clucked and hissed. "I bet all of us have noticed how rare food is becoming." Leng announced. Snen nodded, hissing, "Yessss. I believe we need to extenddd our territory." Scrah shook her head. "That won't help much. I say we hunt more often. Even at night." The members of the pack started arguing. Leng sighed. "ON A DIfferent note, it's time to eat."
Every member of the pack stopped arguing. They had been waiting for this all day. Leng walked over to the pile, his tail waving back and forth. The pile of food was pitiful, but it would last them another day. Witchey sat down and shared a rat with Scopo.
Twinn howled with both of her heads. This was a sign that the day had ended, that it was time to go to sleep. The lab rejects slept on the high cabinets and shelves inside of the shack, which used to be a small warehouse. As usual, Witchey chose the shelf in the corner, and Scopo chose the shelf adjacent to her. Hase- took the first watch, being the most menacing and strongest in the pack.
Witchey listen to the sounds of her pack breathing and closed her eyes. It was only a matter if time before the food ran out, and they were all dead. She thought of Bal and her heart clenched. He had died if sickness a few months earlier. The Amulet felt cold on her chest. I won't ever fall asleep if I keep thinking of these things. Witchey forced her mind to stay blank, and slowly fell asleep. She had only a few hours until she had to keep watch.
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The Chronicles of Witchey
Sci-fiIn a dystopian Future, the subjects of failed experiments run loose in the streets. Mutated animals are common and survival is nearly impossible. The only way these Lab rejects can hope to survive is to live in Packs. Witchey, an odd cat with near h...
