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Biting Paws

Chapter Two

She ducked down from the window quickly, taking no time to remove her heels. She could walk in them like no one's business, but now it was time to run. "I'm sorry mama, can't run in these." She whispered sharply as she held on to her beloved pair of shoes, taking off as fast as she could into the nearby forest. She didn't want to get too lost, but she wanted to lose successfully lose him… how?

Taking one look upward at the beautiful high tree tops, she made a sharp turn, doing her best to climb up the tree in front of her. 'Please, please… I need to get up here!' she pleaded herself, hoping that she'd be able to successfully lose the werewolf. She doubted it, but maybe she could. It'd been forever since she last climbed a tree. It wasn't exactly up there in her chosen activities of hanging out.

She almost held her breath when she saw him directly underneath the tree she was perched in. 'Please… oh please, just go away.' She winced as she thought of a plan. She could throw one of her shoes in a different direction to distract him… and nearly pray she'd be able to find it later herself. These were the only pair of shoes she had.

Taking a stealthy deep breath, she whipped her shoe hard. Almost too hard, but the distraction worked as she saw Clawd running off in the direction of the sudden noise. It gave her a few moments to shift her position, but that was about all before he came back, sniffing the heel. "Mmmmm, is this Italian leather?" he asked aloud, getting ready to sink his teeth into it. From time to time, he was guilty of stealing his both his sister's shoes to chew up, but he was just sneakier about it so that they wouldn't catch him, just curse obscenities upon finding their severely damaged shoes.

He had his teeth touching the leather, when a quick, "No! Don't do that!" Was shrieked from the tree tops and an orange blur flew out of the tree.

This was the one time a kitty didn't land on her feet; the impact of the fall knocked the wind right out of her. Luckily she wasn't seriously injured, Clawd's eyes widened when he didn't see her move or get up right away. He slowly made his way over, sniffing at her. In the distance he heard his family getting ready to leave. They were only going out to the video store, grocery store and then back home. He didn't have a lot of time, but he surely had enough.

The vehicle packed with the rest of his family drove off. Feeling the chill in the air, he was about to leave but his heart strings were tugged hard. He couldn't just leave her here, could he? Nah, no way. So he then grabbed the heel and scooped up the unconscious kitty, bringing her to the house. She could at least get warm and maybe have a nice meal, if nothing else.

He had a bit of trouble getting the door knob open, but finally got it as he shoved the door in with his knee, entering the home and shutting it again with his foot. He wasn't sure how much time he had exactly so he moved quickly. He set her down on his bed, taking the other shoe off and setting them both right next to the bed as he fixed the blankets over her.

And now the painful wait, not to mention that but the fact he had no idea how he'd ever break this to his family. Or especially Clawdeen. Howleen would just ask if they could keep her sarcastically and that would be the end of that. But everyone would be shocked, even he himself was shocked but he couldn't resist the urge to help her.

She never reached out to anyone and now she needed help more than ever, he was there. Maybe it was coincidental, but whatever it was Clawd couldn't have ignored it.

He didn't know what to think right now, this was a very sudden last split second decision. It barely registered to him as to what he was doing, but he somehow knew that he had to do it. If that made any sense at all? When she stirred, he almost bolted out of his bedroom. He would've, but he realized that that wouldn't have helped at all. He watched the feline turn over, stretch out and curl back up into a ball again, all very contentedly.

Since he didn't have anything else better to do, he glared at his homework. Wishing it would do itself and it might've if he was a wizard or some shit like that – but he wasn't and if he didn't do it, it wouldn't get done at all. He didn't overly care for school much, but he had to keep his grades decent otherwise he'd get kicked off the team. And as his team being his one sure fire ticket to a scholarship – he couldn't mess this up. It was cool though, he was positive he could handle it and seemed to be doing well so far.

He knew that he was now stalling with his thoughts, so he moved himself over to his desk and started in one some biteology, which seemed to be the only class he found somewhat interesting. Anything else pretty much lost his train of thought completely. If it wasn't new and challenging and interesting? He had little to no time for it.

That factor alone could contribute to why he loved sports so much. First of all, it was always challenging. Some games easier than others sure, but a physical and mental challenge. The plays and methods were different from sport to sport – always keeping your mind active as well as your body – the perfect combination in his opinion.

He began to wonder where his family even was. Clawd took his time doing his homework and they still weren't back plus Toralei was still out too. He quietly made his way over to the sleeping werecat; he was just making sure everything was okay. Which it was, she was still breathing – a definite good thing.

His iCoffin went off, startling him as he grabbed it quickly, answering it before even looking to see who it was. "What?!" He asked in a hushed whisper.

"Hey now, did I catch you while you took the palm express on its downtown run?"

He growled under his breath but yet was relieved that who called him was none other than his own sister. "Did I take a trip where? What? – ugh, no. No Clawdeen, no. That's just, awkward for you to even say to me at all."

She giggled, "Wow, someone could sure use a trip downtown then – you're edgy. There's an extra rawhide bone and those treats in my top drawer, have at them – you need them way more than me. Plus they're too many calories over my daily intake."

He glanced over to the bedroom door; he wouldn't mind a small snack and those treats were honestly great. "Maybe. What'd you call me for anyway?"

It seemed to have come to her mind right away, as if she forgot why she called him when she did. "Right, ma and pops are standing here in the store, renting games for us all. I got this really cool fashion design one and another girly game – y'know me. Howleen picked up a couple titles for herself and we were wondering what to get you." She finally took a breather and gave Clawd a few moments to think for himself.

His heart raced inside his chest, he could almost feel it bursting right through. Here he was talking to his sister as if he didn't just participate in anything shady. Well he didn't overly, but the fact there was a cat in an all canine home… yeah, not something that could be easily explained or hidden. He figured he'd be doomed as soon as they came home but he tried not to think about it.

"Uh, maybe something sports and something that's a new release for the games. That'd be cool; anyway I have homework I gotta get to. Hopefully it'll be done before you guys get home, y'know how it is." He quickly lied without a moment's hesitation.

"Uh, yeah… okay…" she replied in a tone that told him she knew he was 'bullshitting' her.

He was really feeling the pressure on the other end though; therefore he had no idea how long he'd be able to keep this up, 'Shit.' He thought over and over again. "Talk to you later, bye." Hanging up quickly, he sighed.

Before he could put it down, it rang again. "Oh what now?" He growled to no one in particular as he glanced down at the caller ID.

Draculaura

He quickly shifted his eyes from the cellular phone, to Toralei Stripe tangled in his bed sheets and blanket. Well now, this was real awkward – wasn't it?

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