Next up is science/chemistry. I think. I grabbed my backpack, looking for the schedule inside.
During that search, I was ransacking my backpack, meanwhile interally screeching on how I couldn't find it.
Then I remembered something. I threw the schedule into the trashcan a day ago, thinking that I memorized it. I, unfortunately was wrong to make that judgement. I turned back to ask Thunder.
He was gone.
Thunder is in all of my classes. Now I have to track him down.
(This may be irrelevant, but I knew this boy named Corbyn, he was in all of my classes.)
Three minutes 'till the next class starts. I sniffed the air and caught his scent, which went by unnoticed by other people because of the 3 minute rush that you minus well call mini black friday. Following it, I found the missing class.
It was Art. I was wrong, gosh darn it.
I started to draw on a mask. That was our assignment for today. Drawing a design on a mask. At least it wasn't some geometry type thing with illusions.
I swayed my pencil back and forth across the mask that I was assigned, creating what look like a heart drawn by two cats' claws. The claw marks shown at the top, then on the lower end, the claws and paws were placed. The main color of the mask was red, the design was black. I handed the mask to the teacher, and received a complement in return. I then silently crept behind Thunder, inspecting his work. His was an endless pit of flames, lightning struck in the center.
"Great work!" I exclaimed, waiting for his expression. He turned around, staring at me for a second before he said "Hey!" as his response. I broke up in laughter. "You know, being prepared is the number one rule! You smashed it!" I ended up giving him a thumbs up.
Thunder stood up and gave his work to the teacher, getting a compliment as well.
…
We accomplished science/chemistry, writing, and math before the bell rang, sentencing the end of schools' day.
Thunder and I were running to our secret training place, where we enhance our cat skills by hunting, training, and tracking.
Right away, we threw off our backpacks and transformed.
I sprang forwards, and landed atop his back. He rolled over, attempting to crush me with his weight to shake me off. Before he could, I jumped backwards, landing on a tree branch. Leaning down, claws sheathed, I fake-clawed his muzzle. He growled and climbed up, pushing me down, to where I fell and played dead. He pawed me in slight shock. "Uhmm... Rainn...?" His voice laced with uncertainty until I sprang up and, with sheethed claws, scratched his underbelly. So then he turned and jumped at me as I was thinking of victory, for a short while, he ended
"Okay," I panted, "you win."
He sat next to me and probably gave himself a mental pat on the back.
My ears twitched, I heard something in the distance…
Barking.
