Prologue:
FYI, this was written on a piece of notebook paper and stuffed into my matress for a week before my piece of shit computer came back and wasn't so shitty so I could type it, as is the first part of chapter 1, so please have some paitience with the grammar and spelling issues, it wasn't pretty during the first draft and I'm probably gonna redo it like three times before I'm done.
The lion's eyes narrowed hugrily as he pressed forward, and I knew that this would be where I would die, made into penguin-flavored Meow Mix. I was squashed as far into the corner as I could get, and as I was weaponless, I knew I wouldn't be getting out of here alive unless a) someone rescues me, or b) I somehow manage to talk my way out. So rather than wait on my knight in shining armor, whom I'm not entirely comvinced is still alive, I opeed my mou- erm, beak, and started talking.
"You know, you don't have to do this. It's only been a few days since you've eaten, same as me, but you don't see me going all cannibal on our ass, do ya?" It wouldn't be proper cannibalism, since we weren't the same species, but we had gotten quite close during our stay in the Iron-bar Inn.
"Shut up, meat. Now stay still so I can fillet you." He unsheathed his claws, and I gulped. I was fully ready to pee myself just then, but it was even worse when he made his was over to me, taking his time, then slowly, deliberately, raked a single claw down the left side of my face. I screamed, and watched, through my agony, as the door coming into our cell flew open, and a black and white streak flew in, seemingly defying the laws of physics, and three more streaks of the same colors came up to me. Wait, streaks? Oh nice, my visioins blurry. I can't see them. Well isn't that great?
My screams quieted as everything started going dark around the edges, just as I felt myself and the 'streaks' go back to our normal, demonic selves. Then everything went black, and I sank into my own warm, dark unconciousness.