Smallcats ◭ Living Myth ◭ Book 1

Chapter Two - "Trouble, Trouble. What am I going to do?"

  At last, Dew tripped himself over exhaustion, and he felt as if his lungs had been ripped open, and that he couldn't breathe anymore. He closed his eyes, knowing that his end was near as his chest fell up and down rapidly. If he survived, his fatigue would kill him at the very least. He opened one eye and saw the slavering jaws of the dog, noticing each detail horrifically. "Well, this is the end. Guess my last words will be, 'hey, clean your mouth you darn old brute, or try going vegetarian because that meat is killing your breath,'" Dew meowed roughly, his voice raspy and hoarse.

    He knew full well that the dog couldn't understand him, but better to die with humor than a pathetic plea. Sighing, he closed his opened eye and prepared himself for the worst. Suddenly a shrieking yowl and hiss came and was soon followed by the sounds of a skirmish.

  Dew opened his eyes and noticed a group of about four cats,  standing in front of the dog that had been on top of him a few moments ago. What in the realm of Gemstyx? He thought to himself as he scrambled up shakily, watching as each of the four felines took turns to give a scratch or bite while moving swiftly to avoid the claws and teeth of the canine. After a few brutal minutes, the Doberman yelped and fled, it's short tail between its legs. I wonder why I didn't recognize the species earlier... Oh, probably from that terrifying run... Dew turned his head to gaze at his saviors, still shaking and wobbling from his weak legs.

    "Yeah! Pick on someone your size you overgrown worm!" the white she-cat spat at the disappearing shape of the dog. Dew kept silent, not sure what was to happen next, he didn't know who these cats were, but he had a pretty good guess: Soarians. He was near their territory, or the creek was anyway. A tall building at least a hundred tail-lengths or more was right across a narrow street that ran along the other side of the fence.

    Dew looked up again as he saw an old tabby tom stand over him. He was a dusty gray color and had dark green eyes. One canine tooth poked out above his lips, and his pelt was slightly matted. "Kit, you better watch your surroundings, eh?" the tom meowed as he nosed Dew straight from his wobbly standing posture.

    "Um... Thanks. Are you guys Soarians or something?" Dew stuttered, glancing over the other three cats. There was a white she-cat with amber eyes, a black tom with cold blue eyes, and a black tuxedo she-cat.

    "Indeed, we are. Let me introduce myself. I'm Toothle, that white she-cat is Mistea, the black tom is Stonerye, and the tuxedo is Fenanda," Toothle meowed and nodded to each of the cats.

    "Toothle. We should take him back for Aeriality," the one called Stonerye mewed, then turning his cold gaze over to Dew and glared at him. He felt a shiver run down his spine and shook it off. Something about that tom makes me nervous. I should be careful. "We saved him, which we weren't supposed to." Stonerye continued, then flashing a glance over to Mistea, though this time, Dew noticed, he was much warmer. Didn't expect that an outsider and a colony-mate make a difference. He thought to himself, scoffing lightly to himself.

    "Of course. Fenanda can take him back while we finish patrolling this creek here, just until the dog's scent ends. We'll be back in half an hour," Toothle meowed, lifting his tail and padding away with Stonerye and Mistea following close behind. Dew caught a last glance from Stonerye as the tom started at him with narrowed eyes. The black tom curled his lips and gave him a silent snarl. Dew felt as if a sudden chill had come out of nowhere, despite it not being Freeze-Chill yet.

    "Pfft. Don't mind Stonerye. He's always been jumpy and protective of Mistea to protect her from "other suitors,"" Dew jumped as he heard the voice of Fenanda, realizing that the she-cat had guessed what was supposedly on his mind.

    "Other suitors?" Dew echoed, not sure about what Fenanda meant. Maybe there was something about the Soarian culture that he didn't understand yet.