Sorry the action isn't very good, but I was listening to actiony music so that helped.
Smudge snarled, eyeing the dog ahead of him. The dog snarled back, meeting the black and white tom's eyes. The black and white tom could even see a pile of mowed grass sweep past the two facing each other. Smudge slashed at the dog's nose and dashed away, leaving the dog to deal with its injured nose.
But it didn't work. The dog just got even more angry and thumped right after Smudge, snapping its jaws dramatically. Drool poured out, showering Smudge. Yowling with disgust, Smudge jumped on top of the fence and then, without the dog knowing, jumped onto it's back and clawed at the back of the dog. It howled in pain, but wouldn't stop fighting. It spun round and round, attempting to get the vain cat off of its back.
Suddenly, Smudge was hurled up into the air, headed straight for the dog's jaws. Ten seconds and he would be dog food. So much for saving Rocky. A loud snarl filled the air, and a whapping sound. Smudge thumped on the ground, knocking the wind out of him. Recovering his lost oxygen, he sprung up. It was a Twoleg, slapping the dog's rump with a stack of what looked like wood, but thinner.
The twoleg gone, this was Smudge's cue. He leaped over the fence, clearing it by inches. He proudly purred, but seconds later fell to the ground. Rubbing his head, he continued on. Smudge heard Rocky's distressed mews, then followed them. Scurrying across the front yard of the Twoleg nest, he saw that his tabby friend was stuck in a box, held by his Twoleg owner.
Rocky didn't even to try to mewl out for help; this was his destiny. He wasn't a tom anymore, this was the end…A loud thump occurred, and he saw Smudge's face. "Smudge, thank goodness you're here, I thought that I would be taken to the cutter and-"
"Yes I understand, just go! Now, before your Twolegs find out!" Snarled the black and white tom.
Rocky flattened his ears. "But the Twolegs, they'll find out, the box is lighter-"
"They won't find out," Smudge mewed, cutting off his friend again. "Because I'm taking your place. Get out now, hurry!"
The tabby frowned. "But…Smudge, you don't have to do that. It's better me than you, I swear, please don't go!" He yowled, sounding close to tears.
"ROCKY, JUST GO NOW!" Caterwauled Smudge as the Twoleg carrying the cage looked down and saw the two cats. Only…Rocky was gone. Smudge sighed in relief. His friend had did what he told him to: a good friend at that. But the tom cried out in terror as the door was shut and then thrown into the back of the monster, and into complete darkness.
Shivering, Smudge waited. The moments went on like it was days. It lasted too long to get to a place in which you're doomed. He was starting to get sick, and was almost going to vomit until the monster stopped shortly and the Twolegs opened the back, smiling and talking in soft tones. But it didn't cheer Smudge up any more. As they neared the building, he found something…a metal screw…and it was loose! He had just found a way out.
Pushing up on the screw, he felt the door loosen and fly open. Of deep relief, Smudge bounded out of the box, then scurrying away, and disappearing around the corner. Unfortunately, the twoleg had felt the cage door bump against his leg, and had noticed that Smudge was rushing around the corner.
The group of Twolegs started shouting and scrambled around, searching desperately for the tom. A few searched by the monster, while many went into the new nest and frantically asked around. One was smart enough to go around the corner by the fence and see Smudge just standing right there by where the Thunderpath started.
Shouting with glee, it lumbered slowly to Smudge, holding out his hands and wiggling his fingers. Smudge froze. There was only one thing to do: run. But the only place to go was across the busy Thunderpath.
Taking in a shaky breath, he prepared himself to spring, like Rusty or Firepaw had taught him long ago. And then, just as the Twoleg grabbed for him, Smudge sprinted across the Thunderpath, everything now a blur to him. Not looking where he was going and only worried about the monsters, he ran into a fence.
"OW!" he screamed, rubbing a large lump on his head. Turning around, he looked and saw that he had gotten across the Thunderpath successfully. He yowled in triumph, then ran into the wall again. That time hurt even more. What was wrong? Smudge didn't even know where he was going anymore.
He heard an angry yowl and he saw a gang of kittypets fly over the fence, apparently in some kind of formation. "What is going on here? What the- why are you here, stray?" Asked a mean looking brown tabby tom. He reminded Smudge of what Firepaw told him was Tigerclaw. "What are you doing?" He repeated irritably.
The others snarled and glared at poor Smudge. He gulped. Were these possibly the forest cats that Rusty had told him about? No, they were kittypets; he could tell by the smell and the collars.
Smudge shivered and started to sweat. "I- I'm just…just moved in," Smudge mewed proudly. "Over there," he pointed out with his tail. What was he doing? Telling lies to these firebrand cats? He shook the thoughts looming in his head and went on with his story.
"Oh yeah?" Sneered the tom, looking into Smudge's eyes. He gestured to the cursing Twolegs across the street. "I just saw you running from them. Those your Twolegs, softie?" He growled. The other cats ganged around him, all giving Smudge the same glare.
"Well, not exactly. They were just…trying to catnap me." Stammered Smudge. "I managed to run away from them in time, but I was going so fast that I couldn't tell where I was going, so I ran into this fence right here," he mewed, patting the fence with his paw. He sure was making this story up fast, good thing he had a few fresh ones in his mind.
"I'm thinking that they's your Twolegs," The tabby tom barked. "They's was keeping you in a kennel."
Flattening his ears, Smudge backed off. "Well, I don't really have Twolegs, but-"
"Then what's that?" Pointed out a shaggy gray tom. Smudge froze as he was pointing to his collar. "Ummm…I used to have Twolegs, but I…I ran away. Didn't think the soft life was right for me," he meowed proudly. "And I can't get this thing off of me, so now I'm filling the streets with my pitiful tinkling sound. It just makes me sad as heck."
The brown tabby snarled and got closer and closer to Smudge. The other cats in the posse joined him, and before he knew it Smudge was pinned down by the vicious cat.
"Listen, I got two choices for ya," The tom whispered menacingly in the black and white tom's ear. "Either pledge full loyalty to us, or die." He unsheathed his claws, putting them close to Smudge's throat.
Smudge trembled. He felt like he'd rather go through the dog than this. At least he had saved Rocky. He was brave! He felt a momentary tingle run through him, filling him with warmth.
"What's the decision, fluffy?" A tawny tom snarled.
Breathing fast and starting to hyperventilate, Smudge was about to give in. Suddenly, another cat dropped in, unsheathing her claws like the tabby had. She must have come from the other side of the fence. "Get off of him or I swear you will suffer the consequences," she yowled. Smudge gulped and admired her beauty. She was a ginger tabby with a white belly. He shook the thoughts out of his head instantly as he thought of Friday back home. She would be waiting for him, welcoming him like a hero and giving him a backrub.
The tabby whimpered and instantly sheathed his claws. The other toms cowered behind him, all sheathing their claws also.
Smudge smiled, but jumped as the tabby bared his teeth and reached for his neck. Shutting his eyes tight, Smudge waited for death to come. But he couldn't hear anything but a snap, and looseness around his neck. Opening his eyes, he saw that the tom had only ripped his collar off. Apparently the story had hit the cat and he was setting Smudge free.
He smiled as he saw the others departing, along with the brown tabby, with, as Smudge realized with a satisfied look, his tail between his legs. He got up to thank the she-cat, but she had gone. He looked around to see if there was any sign of her, a tail, paws, anything, even a whisker. The black and white cat was more than grateful to the ginger she-cat. He had to thank her somehow other than words.
Sorry the ending is so bad, but yeah. How did you like this one? It's really really long, I know, but that's okay. I got a good idea in my head, so that was what went on. R&R:D