The turbolift opened as I came prancing onto the bridge. "Whats going on?" I asked ChevIs. "Ion storms just popped up everywhere! This nebula has gone crazy!!" He looked at me with worry as he moved out of the captains chair. I hopped up and looked out the viewscreen. "Ensign, get us out of here!" I shouted at Ensign Yahjev (pronounced yah-gehv) he began taking us out of the dangerous nebula as fast as he could. I dug my claws into the soft leather of the captains chair, as the ship rocked from the lightning-like objects stung the shields. "Shields at 85 %!" ChevIs said, repeatedly checking his readings. "How close are we to out?" I asked, eyes fixed on the storm. "Not very..." Yahj replied. You could tell he was concentrating hard.
One incredibly strong bolt sent the unexpcting bridge crew flying. I crashed into the bulkhead, and ChevIs almost squished me!! No doubt, I certainly had a mouthful of fluffy black Kling-cat tail! Korvik, poor guy, went flying into Ensign Breghs control panel, and Bregh? She landed on her head near Korviks station. Lt. Nikana was sliding across the floor, and her twin, Lt. Nikita was stuck to the ceiling. What a pitiful sight we were.
However, only for a second or two. The next, everyone scrambled to there feet, I spit out ChevIs fur, and Nikana was helping her sister down from the ceiling. Some cats claws are like velcro. "Shields are gone!" Breghs said. "Switching to emergency power. Weapons are down, life support at 50%, deck 9 & 10 have minor hull breaches, containing those with force fields, no one was there at the time . . ." as she continued running through the report, Yahj began moving us away again. He was a fairly skilled pilot, but got caught off-guard every now and then, but he was learning. I was beginning to see the darkness of space! We were getting closer!
Just as we got into space, our set of starboard necelles were hit. "BA-BOOM!!!!!!" We felt that one, for sure!! So much for warp drive. With our starboard set of necelles, we were sitting ducks. "Captain," Korvik started. "We're being hailed by the other starship." We barely had life support, let alone the weopons and shields needed to take on another starship! "On screen," I said. "Lets see if we can negotiate our way out of this." In that moment, no one on the bridge of the Enterclaws breathed.
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Friday, March 30, 2007
The Easter Bunny!
Hey look! Its Hopper!! He visited our house for a long time, and one spring, stopped showing up. We always new it was him because of the piece missing in his ear.
Rest In Piece Hopper!!Saturday, March 17, 2007
Cat Trek -- Episode 2 - Academy Days
While on route to Tecarta Prime, we came across another starship. Until they passed out of range, we were forced to hide in a nearby nebula, where many of the crew were able to relax and catch some shut-eye -- including me. While in my quarters, I replicated a package of beef jerky - an ancient earth delicasee. I loved the taste of teriyaki jerky before bed.
When I walked into my room, and curled on my bed, I gazed across the room at a medel I had won when I first became a cadet at the Academy. They say you dream of what your thinking of. So that night, I dreamt of the academy.
When I walked into my room, and curled on my bed, I gazed across the room at a medel I had won when I first became a cadet at the Academy. They say you dream of what your thinking of. So that night, I dreamt of the academy.
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I was walking down the way, near the garden where old Boothby would sit in the sun. It was then that I heard a scream. I ran towards the sound, soon coming upon a building engulfed in flames. As I got closer, I was stopped by a firecat. Suddenly, I heard a mother cat begging the fighters to get her kitten - he was still inside!
Im not sure what came over me in that moment... whether it was just something triggered in my mind, or instinct, I'll never know. I ducked under the baracade, and ran into that building at warp 4! (maybe not quite that fast, but close!) The mews were faint, but distinct through the roaring of the flames, and I followed them, until I came to a small, soot-covered kitten. He looked up at me with pitiful kitten eyes, as I picked him up and began the journey to the exit.
My dream began to fill with the same song that went through my head at that moment. It was an old country song, from the mid to late-1900's.
I ran through the flames, eyes burning as the smoke grew stronger and thicker. Well I won't back down, no I won't back down. You can stand me up at the gates of hell, but I won't back down. The kitten got as close to me as he could, poor little guy. I dodged a few flames, and saw the light from the outdoors. I began a mad dash, trying to keep the kitten as much out of harms way as possible, when a door frame in front of us collapsed, bursting into flames. Gonna stand my ground, won't be turned around and I'll keep this world from draggin' me down, gonna stand my ground and I won't back down. Hey baby, there ain't no easy way out. Hey I will stand my ground and I won't back down. I leapt over the flames, landing just outside the door, and darted into the yard just as the house fell. Panting, I set the little kitten down in the cool grass as his mother, the emergency squad and other civilians - including reporters - came running over. My fur was singed, and my lungs were full of smoke that ached all throughout my wind pipe and chest. My eyes were bloodshot. I was sore and my paws were burned, but the fact that I knew I saved the little fellas life was good enough for me. There were a small grouping of other cadets from the academy there too.
The mother cat approached me, snuggling her kitten close. "Thank you so much," she said. "How can I ever repay you?" "No payment nessecary," I replied. "Just doing my job!" I stood straight, making sure my communicator stood out bright in the sun, and smiled at the mother cat and the kitten. Then came those danged reporters... "What made you want to do this?" "Why did you go in there?" "You risked your life for this family, why?" For a few seconds, I thought up how to end it. I decided on the last bit of the song. "Well I know what's right, I got just one life. In a world that keeps on pushin' me around but I stand my ground and I won't back down." With that, I walked off. My paws sore, and my fur all ash-y. If you would've looked at before/after pics, the after would've looked pitiful! I was certainly in need of a good grooming!
On my way home, the group of cadets stopped me. "That was a purrty nice thing ya did for them out there, ya know!" one said. "You should hang out with us sometime!" I agreed to meet with them at the academy restraunt. For now, however, it was time to head home.
The next day, I met up with them. There was four total. One, a handsome young siamese cadet, Simba, another, a black tabby Kling-cat, named Alexander. The third was a little white cat named River. She had bright blue eyes. Last but not least was a patched tabby named Sarabi. We joked about having five starships, all named after feet! Mine was the Enterclaws! (I called it) River's was the Heeler, Alex had the Ankle, Sarabis was the Ring, and Simbas was the Pinky Toe! We had a great time, and met there every day for the next year, when we graduated. For awhile, we kept in touch, until the Wolf 359 incident, then we all lost contact.
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I awoke suddenly, to the shake of the ship. "Captain? We need you here!!" ChevIs called over the comunicator frequency. I crawled out of bed, and hurried to the bridge, as the red alert alarm resounded through the ship.
Friday, March 16, 2007
Friday, March 2, 2007
Cat Trek -- Episode 1, Taking Over
Today, I've taken command of the Starship Enterclaws, a Panther class starship. It’s the first of its kind, and even has a camouflage to it. It blends with its surrounding space, hence the name Panther Class. It’s very much like an Intrepid, but with four nacelles that spread apart. In those nacelles are The Battle Bays. Small fighter ships are docked in there. 
As I walked onto the bridge of the Enterclaws, everyone snapped to attention at Lieutenant ChevIs' words "Captain on the Bridge." I was startled for a moment. We had just taken over the ship, and I certainly wasn’t used to this kind of attention! “Go about your business everyone,” I replied. “No special attention needed.” They did as they were told, and I hopped up into The Captains Chair, with my tail curled around, and the sneaky, darkside, ‘I rule’ smirk on my face that many new captains have.
See, we were on a scouting mission, and we had come across strange alien transwarp trails – The Borg. The Borg are after a relentless pursuit of assimilation to “better” themselves into the perfect race. They are organic life forms made up of different species, with enhanced physical and mental capabilities. They adapt to new weapons and technologies faster then I could clean a plate of beef jerky!
Anyway, we followed the trail to a pre-warp planet where a Borg Cube began the assimilating process. On the view screen, I could see the deadly neon green assimilation beam stretching to the planet from their hull. How I hated them and what they did to those innocent creatures. “Take us away.” The Captain ordered. That’s when I piped up. “What? We can’t just leave them like this!” “Commander,” the Captain started out. “You know as well as I do that interfering with a pre-warp civilization is against The Prime Directive.” “Oh, and we’ve never broken that before?” I challenged. “In my office.” He said. “By the time we reach that door, those people will be assimilated!” I said. I could see ChevIs stiffening, and the hairs on his back beginning to bristle. The Captain stated again, “Take us out of here.” No one moved. “ChevIs,” I began, “Why don’t you escort the Captain away.” Suddenly, the Captain pulled out his phaser and fired at me, only to be fired upon and hit by ChevIs. I had ducked. I immediately sprung into action. “Fire quantums on the Borg ship. Give ‘em all we’ve got!” Commander Korvik went into action, moving his Vulcan hands across the panels as fast as he could.
The Enterclaws moved into action. It swooped in upon the Cube, firing at the assimilation beam, and disabling it first. It started on the weapons next. With in five minutes, the cube was destroyed. We had saved over half of the people on the planet, and helped them stock necessary supplies to rebuild the damage, and also dropped off our unconscious ex-Captain. There was only one problem. We had created a serious crime against the Prime Directive. From this point forward, we were on our own. We had made a very powerful enemy.
As I walked onto the bridge of the Enterclaws, everyone snapped to attention at Lieutenant ChevIs' words "Captain on the Bridge." I was startled for a moment. We had just taken over the ship, and I certainly wasn’t used to this kind of attention! “Go about your business everyone,” I replied. “No special attention needed.” They did as they were told, and I hopped up into The Captains Chair, with my tail curled around, and the sneaky, darkside, ‘I rule’ smirk on my face that many new captains have.
See, we were on a scouting mission, and we had come across strange alien transwarp trails – The Borg. The Borg are after a relentless pursuit of assimilation to “better” themselves into the perfect race. They are organic life forms made up of different species, with enhanced physical and mental capabilities. They adapt to new weapons and technologies faster then I could clean a plate of beef jerky!
Anyway, we followed the trail to a pre-warp planet where a Borg Cube began the assimilating process. On the view screen, I could see the deadly neon green assimilation beam stretching to the planet from their hull. How I hated them and what they did to those innocent creatures. “Take us away.” The Captain ordered. That’s when I piped up. “What? We can’t just leave them like this!” “Commander,” the Captain started out. “You know as well as I do that interfering with a pre-warp civilization is against The Prime Directive.” “Oh, and we’ve never broken that before?” I challenged. “In my office.” He said. “By the time we reach that door, those people will be assimilated!” I said. I could see ChevIs stiffening, and the hairs on his back beginning to bristle. The Captain stated again, “Take us out of here.” No one moved. “ChevIs,” I began, “Why don’t you escort the Captain away.” Suddenly, the Captain pulled out his phaser and fired at me, only to be fired upon and hit by ChevIs. I had ducked. I immediately sprung into action. “Fire quantums on the Borg ship. Give ‘em all we’ve got!” Commander Korvik went into action, moving his Vulcan hands across the panels as fast as he could.
The Enterclaws moved into action. It swooped in upon the Cube, firing at the assimilation beam, and disabling it first. It started on the weapons next. With in five minutes, the cube was destroyed. We had saved over half of the people on the planet, and helped them stock necessary supplies to rebuild the damage, and also dropped off our unconscious ex-Captain. There was only one problem. We had created a serious crime against the Prime Directive. From this point forward, we were on our own. We had made a very powerful enemy.
Sunday, February 18, 2007
In case my internet totally goes psycho, here is the story.
Cheyanne trotted along through the newly budded forest. The fresh emerald grass was cool, and the dew caused the grass to tickle and itch at her wet paws. She shook one, and then licked the snow-white heart shaped locket on her chest. She had been aimlessly wandering for six days now, thinking. “Cheyanne, where are you?” She heard someone call in the distance. The voice wasn’t deep nor high, just normal and full of worry. She knew it was Vijay. There was another voice, soft and sweeter, but about the same tone as Vijay’s. She knew that was his beloved sister Selket. Selket was also calling her name.
The search party was growing closer, she could tell. Cheyanne knew she had to hide. Depression overwhelmed her. She couldn’t be seen by her friends. Not like this. Funny thing was she had no idea why. She looked for a route of escape. Her eyes caught a large oak tree near by. She scaled the tree like a pro. The bark crackled and snapped under her razor sharp claws. She leapt stealthily onto a low, leafy branch. The others came into the clearing below.
First out was Vijay and Selket. Both were sleek and elegant, though mysterious, with their Siamese masks, and their stunning blue eyes. Then Jacques, a tonkinese, appeared. He looked similar to a Siamese, but if you knew about a tonkinese, you’d know he was one. He was slightly on the sensitive side about being called a Siamese. Cheyanne smiled at the memories of when she first called him Siamese. He got a bit snappy. Cole was next in line. He plopped down under the tree Cheyanne was in. She could see the sun hitting his jet black fur just right so the dew made him sparkle. Sophie, Squeakers, Bea, Truman, Ben and Marina all came out of the brush next. Cheyanne longed to be down there with them. She couldn’t though. She stepped further onto the branch, when suddenly, it snapped.
She came crashing down along with it, landing right in front of Cole, who fluffed up and hissed, startled. “Cheyanne!” Ben exclaimed, pouncing on her. “There you are!” “Hey Benny.” She said, still embarrassed about the fall. The other cats gathered around the young black feline as she got up and shook the dirt from her glossy fur. They head butted her in greeting. “Let’s go home.” Vijay happily exclaimed. Cheyanne didn’t want to go. Being her stubborn self, she turned and ran. The others followed in quick pursuit, attempting to calm her and make her come back home.
Suddenly, she tripped, springing to her feet as soon as she hit the ground, she realized she had tripped over another cat. He looked Siamese for the most part, with the seal points. She cautiously approached the motionless figure and felt for pulse. It was faint, but present. She assessed the damage quickly. His front left leg was swollen and his left shoulder had a large gash in it. She took another step to look closer and saw what caused that gash. A bullet lay next to the torn feline. Her eyes widened and she held her breath. Humans. They were around, and hunting cats again. None of the cats knew why humans did this. They were evil creatures, to be feared by all.
She gently nuzzled her way under the unconscious cat, to where she was supporting him on her back. She took off running, fast as she could, towards the den. She dodged the other cats, confusing them, and stopping them in their tracks. They swerved and followed her.
She soon arrived at the den, laying the cat on a pile of soft leaves as the fluffy black medicine cat, Aragorn, and his Siamese assistant, Toulouse went to work. Cheyanne sat back a few feet, watching quietly as the team fixed up the injured feline. When the other cats arrived, Selket sat at one side of her and Jacques at the other. It was clear she wasn’t to run again. Vijay and Aragorn spoke quietly, approaching Cheyanne afterwards. Vijay began. “Cheyanne, we’ve decided you get to take care of this one.” She shot him a glance as if to protest, but he continued. “You know how when Cole found you, Selket took care of you? You’ll be similar to Selket.” With that, they walked off leaving her alone with the still unconscious Siamese.
The next day, Cheyanne awoke abruptly to a sharp kick in her stomach. “What the?!” She started, but then saw what had happened. The other cat was dreaming.
Suddenly, she heard something outside. Shooting a glance at the others, she crept outside to investigate. She stayed low in the shadows, her black fur blending her in. She was about to turn back when suddenly, a bullet stung her paw. She ran. It was painful, and made her paw bleed worse, but she didn’t care. She had to get away. Humans were evil creatures, never to be trusted. Since her paw left a crimson trail, she new she couldn’t go home. That would lead them right to her friends.
The human’s were catching up quickly. More bullets stung the ground around her. She did the only thing she could, fall. She hit the ground hard, and what was worse, she slid head first into a tree. Am not having a good week. She thought. The men approached. She held her breath and closed her eyes, lying still as ever. One big burly man picked her up by the scruff. “D’ya thinks ‘es dead, Bill?” “I don-no.” the other man, “Bill” said. “Maybe we oughtta t’row ‘im in the river, jus’ in case.”
The first man pulled his arm back to throw the young cat, but before he could, two cats literally flew out of the trees, landing on each of the men’s heads. Both of the men flailed around like headless chickens, cursing and screaming. Cheyanne was dropped to the ground, where she gasped for breath. Her vision blurred, she couldn’t make out who the cats were, but one was black and the other was moving to fast. He looked whitish-tan. She slowly began to drag herself to a bush nearby.
The men ran, and the cats leapt off. They ran over to where Cheyanne was and began helping her back. The black cat was Cole, and he was very shaken from all the excitement. Her vision was still fuzzy, so she couldn’t tell who the other was. She thought it was Vijay until he told Cole something. “Vijay, what’s wrong with your voice?” she spoke through the pain in her paw. He looked at her and boasted, “I ain't Vijay! I'm handsomer!” Cheyanne giggled. “I AM handsomer though.” He told her, winking. Then she realized it was the Siamese cat she rescued. “So whats your name then?” the little black cat asked. “Simba!” He said. They arrived at the den soon after.
In the den, Cheyanne collapsed in her spot. Aragorn came over and fixed up her paw. That’s when she fell asleep. In her dreams she relived the whole thing, and awoke suddenly, looking around in the dark for something that wasn’t there. She rolled onto her back, while her rapid breathing slowed to normal. She flipped to her side, and fell into a deep, more peaceful slumber.
Three months later, Cheyanne was back to her old self. She went hunting regularly with the others, and frequently sneak-pounced everything in site. Simba was now a full member of the clan as well. He and Cheyanne played for hours at a time, and over the weeks, they had become good friends. They often curled up together at night. Some of the cats began to wonder, but kept their thoughts to themselves.
One morning, Cheyanne awoke and pounced on Simba. “Hey, watch the handsome meezer fur!” he said, tackling her. Suddenly, their play was cut short. Leo, one of the newer clan members, came running from the back of the den. “Fire!” he wailed! Sure enough, flames soon roared out of the back of the den. “Run!” yelled Cheyanne, taking off in a mad dash out the door, Simba running just as fast as her. The others followed in a mad frenzy, only to be captured by three humans.
They cats were thrown into the back of a large gray van. All were in net bags, paired up two cats per. Driven away, for a long while, then taken out and thrown into a strange room. The floor was dirt, and the walls were stone. There was one small barred window. It was cold and dark.
Cheyanne and Simba were first to chew through the net bags. It felt weird to stand again, and it took them a long while to stretch out their cramped muscles. They went around, helping the others escape their nets, and soon, everyone was resting. “What’re we going to do now?” asked Jacques. “I’ll tell you what we’re gonna do.” Cheyanne spoke. “Use any means necessary to escape.” Together the cats came up with ideas, organized their planned, and worked out a system to begin their escape.
Marina, Leo and Cali started digging a tunnel, while Selket, Jacques and Truman stood watch. Vijay, Cole, Apollo and Aragorn were straining to listen at the door to the prison, and Cheyanne, Simba, Squeakers, Ben and the rest of the cats were searching for food. They hadn’t eaten in days, and they were beginning to show it. Their coats were loosing glossiness, and they were becoming thin and weak. “My poor, handsome meezer belly.” Simba complained. “I could really go for an anchovy pizza right now!” He continued, describing the tastes and texture of the luscious food. The other cats began to drool at the thought.
Suddenly, Truman spied a man heading their way. “He’s coming!” He shouted. All the cats except for Cheyanne went into hiding. Cheyanne lay in front of the door, and howled. She squalled and screeched like s dying goose. The man came in. However, he didn’t shut the door behind him totally. Simba silently snuck behind the man, pawed the door open a bit further, and went out. The other cats followed, watching Cheyannes act.
The man continued walking toward Cheyanne. He lay his hand on her side and she wailed louder and hissed. “Looks like your too badly injured to be of use now.” He said, pulling a gun out of his pocket. He knelt down next to Cheyanne, pointing the barrel in her face. She swallowed hard. He wasn’t supposed to have that. Cheyanne was staring death in the eye.
Just as the man was going to pull the trigger, Simba flew at him, clawing fiercely. The man dropped the gun and flailed around trying to dislodge the cat. Cheyanne sprang up and twisted around the man’s feet, tripping him. He knocked his head against stone wall, sending him out cold. The cats hit the ground too, but landed on their feet. They instantly bolted, meeting up with the others outside the building and traveled to a new, human-less land.
When they arrived, they were exhausted, even Simba and Cheyanne. Luckily, a hawk had flown over and dropped a full grown rabbit. The cats all shared until they had the strength to hunt more. They began to dig a den and at the end of the night, everyone was drained. They all pretty much collapsed where they were.
Cheyanne snuggled up to Simba. The nights were getting colder and longer, and winter would be arriving soon. It was a new beginning for the clan. New place, new cats, and new friends to be made. To Cheyanne, it was perfection.
The search party was growing closer, she could tell. Cheyanne knew she had to hide. Depression overwhelmed her. She couldn’t be seen by her friends. Not like this. Funny thing was she had no idea why. She looked for a route of escape. Her eyes caught a large oak tree near by. She scaled the tree like a pro. The bark crackled and snapped under her razor sharp claws. She leapt stealthily onto a low, leafy branch. The others came into the clearing below.
First out was Vijay and Selket. Both were sleek and elegant, though mysterious, with their Siamese masks, and their stunning blue eyes. Then Jacques, a tonkinese, appeared. He looked similar to a Siamese, but if you knew about a tonkinese, you’d know he was one. He was slightly on the sensitive side about being called a Siamese. Cheyanne smiled at the memories of when she first called him Siamese. He got a bit snappy. Cole was next in line. He plopped down under the tree Cheyanne was in. She could see the sun hitting his jet black fur just right so the dew made him sparkle. Sophie, Squeakers, Bea, Truman, Ben and Marina all came out of the brush next. Cheyanne longed to be down there with them. She couldn’t though. She stepped further onto the branch, when suddenly, it snapped.
She came crashing down along with it, landing right in front of Cole, who fluffed up and hissed, startled. “Cheyanne!” Ben exclaimed, pouncing on her. “There you are!” “Hey Benny.” She said, still embarrassed about the fall. The other cats gathered around the young black feline as she got up and shook the dirt from her glossy fur. They head butted her in greeting. “Let’s go home.” Vijay happily exclaimed. Cheyanne didn’t want to go. Being her stubborn self, she turned and ran. The others followed in quick pursuit, attempting to calm her and make her come back home.
Suddenly, she tripped, springing to her feet as soon as she hit the ground, she realized she had tripped over another cat. He looked Siamese for the most part, with the seal points. She cautiously approached the motionless figure and felt for pulse. It was faint, but present. She assessed the damage quickly. His front left leg was swollen and his left shoulder had a large gash in it. She took another step to look closer and saw what caused that gash. A bullet lay next to the torn feline. Her eyes widened and she held her breath. Humans. They were around, and hunting cats again. None of the cats knew why humans did this. They were evil creatures, to be feared by all.
She gently nuzzled her way under the unconscious cat, to where she was supporting him on her back. She took off running, fast as she could, towards the den. She dodged the other cats, confusing them, and stopping them in their tracks. They swerved and followed her.
She soon arrived at the den, laying the cat on a pile of soft leaves as the fluffy black medicine cat, Aragorn, and his Siamese assistant, Toulouse went to work. Cheyanne sat back a few feet, watching quietly as the team fixed up the injured feline. When the other cats arrived, Selket sat at one side of her and Jacques at the other. It was clear she wasn’t to run again. Vijay and Aragorn spoke quietly, approaching Cheyanne afterwards. Vijay began. “Cheyanne, we’ve decided you get to take care of this one.” She shot him a glance as if to protest, but he continued. “You know how when Cole found you, Selket took care of you? You’ll be similar to Selket.” With that, they walked off leaving her alone with the still unconscious Siamese.
The next day, Cheyanne awoke abruptly to a sharp kick in her stomach. “What the?!” She started, but then saw what had happened. The other cat was dreaming.
Suddenly, she heard something outside. Shooting a glance at the others, she crept outside to investigate. She stayed low in the shadows, her black fur blending her in. She was about to turn back when suddenly, a bullet stung her paw. She ran. It was painful, and made her paw bleed worse, but she didn’t care. She had to get away. Humans were evil creatures, never to be trusted. Since her paw left a crimson trail, she new she couldn’t go home. That would lead them right to her friends.
The human’s were catching up quickly. More bullets stung the ground around her. She did the only thing she could, fall. She hit the ground hard, and what was worse, she slid head first into a tree. Am not having a good week. She thought. The men approached. She held her breath and closed her eyes, lying still as ever. One big burly man picked her up by the scruff. “D’ya thinks ‘es dead, Bill?” “I don-no.” the other man, “Bill” said. “Maybe we oughtta t’row ‘im in the river, jus’ in case.”
The first man pulled his arm back to throw the young cat, but before he could, two cats literally flew out of the trees, landing on each of the men’s heads. Both of the men flailed around like headless chickens, cursing and screaming. Cheyanne was dropped to the ground, where she gasped for breath. Her vision blurred, she couldn’t make out who the cats were, but one was black and the other was moving to fast. He looked whitish-tan. She slowly began to drag herself to a bush nearby.
The men ran, and the cats leapt off. They ran over to where Cheyanne was and began helping her back. The black cat was Cole, and he was very shaken from all the excitement. Her vision was still fuzzy, so she couldn’t tell who the other was. She thought it was Vijay until he told Cole something. “Vijay, what’s wrong with your voice?” she spoke through the pain in her paw. He looked at her and boasted, “I ain't Vijay! I'm handsomer!” Cheyanne giggled. “I AM handsomer though.” He told her, winking. Then she realized it was the Siamese cat she rescued. “So whats your name then?” the little black cat asked. “Simba!” He said. They arrived at the den soon after.
In the den, Cheyanne collapsed in her spot. Aragorn came over and fixed up her paw. That’s when she fell asleep. In her dreams she relived the whole thing, and awoke suddenly, looking around in the dark for something that wasn’t there. She rolled onto her back, while her rapid breathing slowed to normal. She flipped to her side, and fell into a deep, more peaceful slumber.
Three months later, Cheyanne was back to her old self. She went hunting regularly with the others, and frequently sneak-pounced everything in site. Simba was now a full member of the clan as well. He and Cheyanne played for hours at a time, and over the weeks, they had become good friends. They often curled up together at night. Some of the cats began to wonder, but kept their thoughts to themselves.
One morning, Cheyanne awoke and pounced on Simba. “Hey, watch the handsome meezer fur!” he said, tackling her. Suddenly, their play was cut short. Leo, one of the newer clan members, came running from the back of the den. “Fire!” he wailed! Sure enough, flames soon roared out of the back of the den. “Run!” yelled Cheyanne, taking off in a mad dash out the door, Simba running just as fast as her. The others followed in a mad frenzy, only to be captured by three humans.
They cats were thrown into the back of a large gray van. All were in net bags, paired up two cats per. Driven away, for a long while, then taken out and thrown into a strange room. The floor was dirt, and the walls were stone. There was one small barred window. It was cold and dark.
Cheyanne and Simba were first to chew through the net bags. It felt weird to stand again, and it took them a long while to stretch out their cramped muscles. They went around, helping the others escape their nets, and soon, everyone was resting. “What’re we going to do now?” asked Jacques. “I’ll tell you what we’re gonna do.” Cheyanne spoke. “Use any means necessary to escape.” Together the cats came up with ideas, organized their planned, and worked out a system to begin their escape.
Marina, Leo and Cali started digging a tunnel, while Selket, Jacques and Truman stood watch. Vijay, Cole, Apollo and Aragorn were straining to listen at the door to the prison, and Cheyanne, Simba, Squeakers, Ben and the rest of the cats were searching for food. They hadn’t eaten in days, and they were beginning to show it. Their coats were loosing glossiness, and they were becoming thin and weak. “My poor, handsome meezer belly.” Simba complained. “I could really go for an anchovy pizza right now!” He continued, describing the tastes and texture of the luscious food. The other cats began to drool at the thought.
Suddenly, Truman spied a man heading their way. “He’s coming!” He shouted. All the cats except for Cheyanne went into hiding. Cheyanne lay in front of the door, and howled. She squalled and screeched like s dying goose. The man came in. However, he didn’t shut the door behind him totally. Simba silently snuck behind the man, pawed the door open a bit further, and went out. The other cats followed, watching Cheyannes act.
The man continued walking toward Cheyanne. He lay his hand on her side and she wailed louder and hissed. “Looks like your too badly injured to be of use now.” He said, pulling a gun out of his pocket. He knelt down next to Cheyanne, pointing the barrel in her face. She swallowed hard. He wasn’t supposed to have that. Cheyanne was staring death in the eye.
Just as the man was going to pull the trigger, Simba flew at him, clawing fiercely. The man dropped the gun and flailed around trying to dislodge the cat. Cheyanne sprang up and twisted around the man’s feet, tripping him. He knocked his head against stone wall, sending him out cold. The cats hit the ground too, but landed on their feet. They instantly bolted, meeting up with the others outside the building and traveled to a new, human-less land.
When they arrived, they were exhausted, even Simba and Cheyanne. Luckily, a hawk had flown over and dropped a full grown rabbit. The cats all shared until they had the strength to hunt more. They began to dig a den and at the end of the night, everyone was drained. They all pretty much collapsed where they were.
Cheyanne snuggled up to Simba. The nights were getting colder and longer, and winter would be arriving soon. It was a new beginning for the clan. New place, new cats, and new friends to be made. To Cheyanne, it was perfection.
Saturday, February 17, 2007
That was weird...
Stupid thing wouldnt let me log in! Hmph! Hope I can get in after this....
Gothic Color Invert me....
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