Chapter 2, Robin and Shadowflight

Robin whirled around. He saw Squirrel behind him, her face angry with hate at the cheetah before her. The wolverine waddled forward.

"Get in your hole! It's dark!"

"No!" he spat.

"Shut up!" Squirrel roared. She leaped at him.

She screamed as large black claws tore into her chest. Robin turned and ran, tripping into other animal's holes. He raced away, hearing the huge wolverine lumbering behind him.

"Get back here!" Squirrel snarled. Robin looked back to see foam flying from her mouth.

He turned around. He flew across the ground, where the holes were getting farther and farther apart. After a few more, they disappeared. He had left the town.

He pelted across the land. The large buildings had also disappeared, and were they would have stood were bunches of gnarly brown-green bushes.

He scanned around for the black animal and the spiky thing. They were gone.

He leaped into some of the bushes. Thorns snagged on his fur. Cursing, he pulled himself between to trunks of the hard, dry bushes, and separated them with his paws. He crouched between them.

It was to late to go back to town and sleep in his hole with his family, so he would stay here.

He scratched at the hard, light tan, packed dirt underneath his large paws. He wanted to find out what happened to those two creatures.

He was about to fall asleep when something leaped on him. He whirled around, lashing out with his claws. He couldn't move.

Robin wriggled, and then slipped out of the grasp of whoever was holding him.

He started to run, ready to exhilarate to unbeatable speeds, but was instantly pounded on and dragged into the bushes. Things grabbed his limbs, and pulled, others attacked his belly. He was pinned to the ground, claws lashing into his back. He roared in anger. He was stuck.

Crying and yelping, Robin couldn't move. Paws were on his head, pushing. He felt the blood rush around in his head.

Then his limbs were yanked, and there was a ferocious snarling. Weight was torn off him.

He tried to stand, but spots swirled around his eyes, and he couldn't feel his paws. He collapsed.

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Later, he felt life swimming back to him, and he opened his eyes. He could see the trunks of bushes in front of him, so that meant he was still lying in them.

"Hey!" said a voice. The word was crisp and hard on his ears, the vowel clipped.

Robin looked around. He looked into two bright, glowing green eyes.

He puffed up his fur. The cat continued glaring at him with hot green eyes.

"Hey!" it said again, in that same hot voice. "Did that guy hurt you?"

The voice was so sharp that it stung Robin's ears.

"Er…no. He didn't."

The cat glanced at his body. "You have no quills in your body. I guess you're fine."

"What's a quill?" Robin asked.

"A really sharp piece of hair. It hurts like TreacheryClan."

"Er…"

"What's this world called?" The cat asked.

"…Eris."

"Right. What's your name?"

The clipped words still stinging in his ears, Robin said, "It's Robin."

"Okay. My name's Shadowflight…"

Robin gasped. "What?"

"That's my name."

TreacheryClan…random I know. How do you like this chapter??

Also, I am leaving for California on this coming Saturday (May 12) and I won't be able to update because id don't have laptop to take with me. But I think I will be able to read fanfictions on my grandpa's comp. I think he has a Mac…sorry, I love Macs. I will be back in a think I week from that Saturday. Sorry about that!