Sebastian was absolutely certain that he hated dogs. It was hard not to, when they were chasing you down for hours upon hours on end.

See, it had started in the twoleg place he'd been trying to escape. It was a success, up until he'd gotten into the neighbor's yard- the yard he'd been warned away from by the neighborhood cats for the specific reasons of the yard housing hunting dogs. He'd- with a great stroke of misfortune- fallen in on his way out. The dog's had not been happy.

And after a whole fiasco of running and dodging, he'd found a way out. The only problem was that the dogs had done so as well. (Sebastian swore he saw one of them phase through the fence. All he got from anyone he told was a laugh.)

Great Skies, the Spirits truly hated him. A lot.

To further prove his point, one of the beasts almost managed to get their jaws around his haunches.

Speeding up, the tom snarled to himself, wishing that he had for once decided not to try his own luck and listen to the words of advice from others. It would have saved him a lot of trouble.

Is this the punishment for deciding to leave my life as a kittypet? It's not even fair! No one likes kittypets but kittypets!

Risking a glance back proved to be a mistake. The crazed look in the hounds' eyes had caused him to stumble and nearly fall over.

It was enough to close the gap and for one of the dogs to sink its fangs in his hide.

Yowling, the black tom squirmed, spat and hissed, jarred by the sensation of being shaken by the massive beast. Black spots danced across his vision, and his ears rang and nearly muted the noise around him.

He was going to die like this. If he wasn't feeling so much of it already, Sebastian would have felt the cold dread of fear in the pit of his stomach, mingling with blood in his veins with the agony.

Please, anything help me. Please.

CRACK

What the-

A horrendous sound of wood breaking bone resonated- and a yelp. Sebastian was released from the creature's maw as it flung its head to the side, releasing Sebastian to let the young tom to fly through the air.

His body hit the ground hard, bouncing before it began to roll into the thicket of a nearby slope. Fur torn by the bushes and thorns, Sebastian sort of wished he was dead then, to spare himself the agony of the feel of having his fur ripped from his skin and his wounds being ripped even wider. Pain made these few minutes seem eternal.

Sebastian hated dogs.

He did stop eventually, thank the Spirits. It was hardly like he even realized this, though, world spinning out of place as it was.

Sebastian really, really hated dogs.

"Hey, are you okay?" A voice asked through the haze of his mind.

"'m Ah dea'?" He slurred.

"No, not yet at least."

"O'. M'kay." He rolled over.

"…what're you doing?"

"Wai'in'."

"Uhh, for what exactly?"

He didn't respond. From his condition, what he was waiting for should seem obvious.

"Oh. Uh. Okay. You obviously need help. Like really, really need it. Uh. Just wait here, alright? I'll be back before you can even blink! Or, uh, die, hopefully." From the sound of rushed pawsteps, the cat had run off.

Good. Sebastian had always wanted to die in silence. It would be the best way to go. Kind of like drifting off to a long, endless sleep.

The silence, however, soon gave way to snuffling. There were only two creatures around here that could make that sound- and Sebastian was sure that the other neighbors' pigs were locked up all nice and tight. Apparently, one of the pigs had been killed by the dogs about a year ago. Funny that.

So, there was really only one creature that could make those noises. The one creature who was currently trying to kill him.

Oh no.

Sebastian lay very, very still. Stiller than death (ha ha). This was not how he had wanted to go. Not being torn apart by some mangy mutt's jaws (and no, it did not matter that Maybelline had insisted that those dogs were purebred, made better for hunting). Why couldn't the spirits just respect his wishes? Ever?

A quiet growl seemed to be his answer. A nose nudged at his prone body. Sebastian made the mistake to flinch. The dog stilled, reared up, howled and its jaws descended from the woosh of air-

"Hey! Get back here, you good for nothing Grassclanner!"

"A cat needs help and I can't find my patrol so please help!"

"Get back here!"

"Stupid Clan of stupid fast cats!"

"Get him- what in Starclan's name?!"

"Are those dogs? On our territory?"

"Is that a cat or a drowned weasel?"

I am not that small. Sebastian couldn't help but think darkly. He gave a weak hiss.

"Gee, I didn't know weasels could hiss. Smart Hoverfire, real smart."

"I was making a joke, you-"

"Can we just focus on the dogs, please?"

"A- and the cat too? I think he's like, dying."

"You shouldn't be making any orders, you-"

"Focus! We'll deal with him later."

"Panthertail's right. Attack!"

Yowls and the sounds of battle began.

Sebastian's world faded to nothing after that.

()()()()()()()()()()()

"-be fine, Pumastar. He was lucky enough for Ravenpaw to find him when he did."

"So, when's he gonna wake up? It's getting kind of boring staring at him."

"Oh no, I'm so sorry, great Pumastar. Whatever shall I, a mere medicine cat, do to fix that?"

"You can wake him up for starters."

"…Pumastar?"

"Yes, Brambleberry?"

"Get out."

"Yeah, I saw that one coming. Alright, I'll get out of your fur. Just let me know when he wakes back up."

"Of course."

Sebastian descended into his dreams once more.

Funnily enough, his dreams were filled with dogs.

Hi! I am going to rewrite this, if anyone even remembers this story. Which, I doubt you do. Oh well, though. I hope it's acceptable now at least.