CHAPTER FIVE:
Kyle watched Stan being viciously ripped apart by the wild dog. Blood splattered everywhere, everything it touched instantly turning into a shade of red. It was a completely terrifying situation. As he saw bits of scarlet begin to flow out of Stan's mouth, he knew he had to do something. He just couldn't sit there and watch anymore.
Kyle jumped down from branch to branch until he was finally close enough to the dog. From there, he leapt onto the dog's back and dug his claws into its pelt while biting its shoulder. The dog instantly released its grip on Stan and rolled onto its back, crushing the little ginger kitten underneath. Kyle let out a loud squeal as he desperately tried to escape; he couldn't really breathe well under there. The dog then stood up and bared its teeth at the ginger fur ball. It lunged for the kitten, but then suddenly something knocked it over at the last second.
Kyle looked up, only to see his new friend clinging onto the dog's throat. The dog shook itself around violently in attempt to get rid of Mittens.
"Mittens!" Kyle screeched, jumping forwards.
The dog knocked Mittens off, sending her crashing through the ground. Most of her pelt was all muddy now. The dog slowly approached the grey tabby kitten, growling loudly. He grabbed her back and shook her around viciously, Mittens letting out several ear-piercing shrieks. The dog then suddenly threw her up into the air, Mittens hitting the ground with a large thud. Kyle felt a growl rumble in his throat as he unsheathed his claws. He wasn't going to let this dog kill his owner and his new friend.
Kyle ran up to the dog and screeched, clawing it in the face. He then sprinted to the dog's side, scratching its pelt as he did so. The dog quickly turned around and snapped at Kyle, but Kyle saw it coming and jumped back immediately. He pounced on the dog and bit down into its throat, although he knew he was much too tiny to kill it.
The dog snarled and ran around, but then it suddenly stopped and looked up in annoyance. Confused about why it stopped freaking out, Kyle looked up to see what was happening. Stan's friends were throwing some pinecones and sticks from above! What were their names again? Tweek and Craig? Kyle nipped at the dog's ear before jumping down, letting Tweek and Craig do the rest. The two boys kept flinging things at the dog until it finally knew it wasn't going to win this and fled.
Right once the dog was gone, Kyle instantly ran over to Mittens.
"Mittens! Are you okay?" he asked, studying the she-cat.
Mittens coughed for a few seconds before replying.
"Y-yeah, I'm fine. I'm bleeding a bit, but I'll get better over time," she purred.
Kyle smiled, glad to know his friend was all right. He then looked over at Stan's limp body. He crawled over to it and sniffed it cautiously. He was about to say something, but then he noticed Craig coming down from the tree.
"He's knocked out!" Tweek shrieked, still high up in the tree.
"We have to get him home… but first, where are we?" Craig asked, looking around.
It was only then Kyle realized that they were in the middle of nowhere. They had been hiding out in the forest from before sunset, and it was pretty dark now. Most animals had gone to sleep.
"Oh, Jesus! We're lost!" Tweek stammered.
"Calm down, we'll find a way out," Craig tried to calm the blonde down. "But we're probably going to have to stay the night."
"W-well, we can't leave Stan like that if we're spending the night here! We have to find something to stop the bleeding or else he'll die from blood loss!" Tweek shivered, starting to climb down the tree.
Craig just nodded and waited for Tweek to get down before the two headed off into the woods.
Kyle and Mittens were alone now.
"I'm kind of hungry," Kyle sighed, pawing at the dirt. "But what is there out here?"
Mittens blinked. "Well, we are cats. We are supposed to hunt for things like mice and birds, right? Maybe we can go hunting."
"But it's the night. Nothing is going to be out now," Kyle replied sadly.
"We can try anyways. If we look around and find out there's nothing, then at least we looked. But if we don't do anything, then there could be a mouse or something out there that we missed," Mittens suggested.
Kyle thought for a moment. "Yeah, you're right. Let's go!"
"Wait!" Mittens hissed. "We can't leave your owner alone. What if the dog comes back? It'll totally rip him apart. Let's wait for my owner and his friend to come back."
"Oh, all right..." Kyle sighed.
Both sat there in silence for several minutes, waiting for the two boys to return. Stan still hadn't moved or made a sound, and Kyle was getting worried now. His clothes were all completely stained in blood, too. He was about to curl up beside Stan, but instead he decided to start up another conversation with Mittens.
"Don't you find it strange how us animals can understand humans, while humans don't understand what we say at all?" he asked.
Mittens seemed a little bit surprised at the new conversation topic, but tried her best not to show it. It didn't look like Mittens was going to say anything, so Kyle decided to say something else.
"Or maybe they just don't give a damn," he joked.
Mittens flicked an ear. "Actually, I can only sort of understand them. Their voices just aren't too clear to me. I mostly only understand when they're calling me, feeding me, or when something important is going on," she commented.
"Really? I can understand humans perfectly at all times," he smiled, not knowing what to say anymore. He was sure all animals could understand humans just fine.
"Well, you're lucky," Mittens meowed, flicking the tip of her tail.
Once Mittens finished saying what she had to say, the two kittens just stood there in silence until Tweek and Craig finally returned a few minutes later. The two boys had several leaves and a few cobwebs. Kyle moved out of the way as Craig bent over, sticking some of the leaves on Stan's wounds, and then wrapping them around with cobwebs.
"D-do you think he'll be okay?" Tweek fretted.
"I hope so. He's actually not that bad. If we got to know him a little better, maybe we'd actually be friends," Craig answered.
Tweek nodded and sat down by the large tree he was in not long ago. Craig walked over and sat down right beside him, putting an arm around him.
Kyle stared at the two boys cuddling. Mittens slowly crawled over to the younger ginger tabby and poked him gently with her paw. Kyle then turned to look at the pretty grey she-cat beside him.
"They're back now. Let's go," she whispered.
Kyle nodded and just followed the older kitten through the bushes. He sniffed most things as he passed by them, strong dog scent on a lot of them. He shivered and looked up at the moon. He really hoped Stan was going to be all right.
Kyle felt like he was walking for at least an hour, although the two kittens had only been on their feet for around ten minutes. Suddenly a bush shook, both cats tensing instantly.
"Get down!" Kyle hissed quietly, crouching down into the grass.
Mittens did the same, hiding in some ferns just in front of a bush. A few moments later, a squirrel popped out of the bushes. It sniffed the area curiously, probably not noticing the cats there.
"Well… what do we do know?" Mittens asked quietly.
"I thought you knew!" Kyle hissed back.
"I'm just a stupid housecat! You smell a bit like the outdoors; I thought you'd know how to catch a squirrel!" Mittens replied angrily.
"Well, you're the one who brought up the idea!" Kyle growled back. "I thought you'd know how it's done."
"I can't believe this…" Mittens muttered.
Suddenly the squirrel tensed and looked around. It then looked in the direction of the cats and began to back away slowly. It had obviously spotted them. The squirrel turned to run.
"Ugh, it doesn't matter right now! After that squirrel!" Kyle meowed, sprinting in the direction the squirrel had went in.
Mittens rolled her eyes and followed the ginger kitten. Soon, the squirrel came into sight again. Both cats sped up. Now they were only a few feet away from the squirrel. Kyle noticed Mittens unsheathe her claws and force herself to go faster. Once she believed she was close enough, she leapt into the air, barely missing the squirrel once she landed. She tripped and rolled for a few seconds. Kyle let out a surprised meow and jumped over the she-cat, barely making it. He turned his head for a second and let out an annoyed hiss, making sure she heard him.
"Sorry!" Mittens apologized.
Kyle ignored the tabby's apology, now focusing on the squirrel. The brown rodent darted for a tree and began to climb it. Kyle now knew it was now or never. The ginger kitten ran at the tree with all his speed, jumping to get a head start at the last second. The squirrel was a good climber, but Kyle was just as fast.
But the squirrel did not give up. It climbed higher and higher, until there was almost nowhere else to go. It leapt onto a branch, Kyle right behind it. Both animals stood on the branch, waiting for the other's move. Kyle let out an annoyed his and jumped at the squirrel, arms extended. But the bushy-tailed rodent was smart and jumped at the last second, just avoiding Kyle's paws.
Suddenly there was a snap, and the branch they stood on broke. Both of the animals fell, hitting and breaking several twigs on the way down. But Kyle was determined to catch the squirrel, so that's what he did. Kyle reached out for the squirrel's tail until he finally caught it in between his paws. Once he got a hold of the squirrel, he pulled it down and bit into its neck, killing it almost instantly.
Kyle smiled in pride, but that smile was wiped off his face and replaced with a painful expression as he hit the ground. He dropped the squirrel and let out a loud, ear-piercing shriek.
"Kyle!" Mittens screamed, instantly running over. "Are you okay?"
Kyle coughed for a few moments before gasping loudly. He was twitching a lot, and his lip was bleeding a little bit.
"Y-yeah. I'm fine," Kyle stuttered.
"No, you're not. Let me help you," Mittens rolled her eyes.
Kyle bristled his fur. "I'm fine!" he hissed, lashing his tail.
"Okay, okay, jeez," Mittens growled. "I was just looking out for you."
"I'm sorry," Kyle sighed, looking down at his paws. "I'm just really stressed out. I lost my mother only yesterday and I don't want to lose Stan either."
"Stan?" Mittens asked. "Is that your owner?"
Kyle nodded, looking away. He didn't really want to speak anymore.
"My owner's name is Craig," she purred.
"I know," Kyle meowed. "I overheard Stan mention his name."
"Oh," Mittens replied.
The two kittens stood there in complete silence for a few moments. Kyle really didn't want to speak anymore, and Mittens obviously didn't know what to say. Suddenly the she-cat bent down beside Kyle and licked one of his wounds from before.
"Shall we go now?" she suggested.
Kyle nodded and let out a small smile. Mittens returned the smile and purred before picking up the squirrel Kyle had killed. Kyle slowly got up, using Mittens for support. The ginger tomcat was shaky for a few seconds, but he quickly regained his balance. Once Kyle was ready to go, the two kittens walked off side by side.
Kyle sniffed the bushes, following their scent. They were back where Stan, Tweek, and Craig were in only a few minutes. Tweek and Craig's glances instantly moved from Stan's limp body over to the kittens who had just returned. Kyle took the squirrel from Mittens and immediately ran over to his owner's friends.
"Want some?" he asked, smiling.
The two boys didn't say anything, just shared the same disgusted expressions. Kyle sat there confused for a few moments until he remembered that humans didn't really understand animals. They obviously didn't want any, so Kyle walked right over to Stan. The ginger kitten pushed the limp squirrel up to Stan's face and meowed, trying to get his attention. But he was still knocked out, so he just brought it back over to Mittens.
"Guess it'll just be the two of us," Kyle mewed.
"Yeah, well, your owner probably wouldn't want any anyways," Mittens sighed. "Humans don't really the food we eat."
Kyle nodded. "Oh."
"Anyways, let's eat!" Mittens purred, wagging her tail.
Kyle smiled before taking a bite. It tasted amazing, but it wasn't as good as the food at restaurants. A second or two later, Mittens took a bite as well. Around a minute later, the squirrel was already finished. Kyle sat up and looked at Mittens. Mittens didn't look like she knew what to say, so she just walked away and sat in between Tweek and Craig. They both grinned and began to pet the tabby instantly.
"Isn't my cat adorable?" Kyle overheard Craig saying.
"Yeah!" Tweek replied. "I wish I had a cat."
"You might get one someday," Craig grinned.
Kyle felt bad for the blonde haired boy. He seemed so paranoid; he was always shaky and freaks out often. He also didn't think he had too many friends, being that way. He'd only first seen the boy yesterday, but since then he'd only seen him hang around Craig. He wished he could belong to Tweek and Stan at the same time. Maybe Tweek wouldn't be so lonely.
But Stan took him in first, and that's whom he planned to stay with. Suddenly Tweek and Craig got up. The two boys walked away, but Kyle guessed it had been because they were hungry. Mittens followed them, leaving Kyle alone with Stan.
Kyle stared at his owner, who still hadn't moved a muscle. He sighed and walked over to him and curled up beside him. He let out a small purr, but that purr instantly faded away when he got another strange thought.
He was huge again. He was in a very snowy place, with mountains everywhere. Several humans were all around him, young and old. They were all gathered near a huge mountain, looking up at the two people at the top. They had some strange gear on. There was one that looked like a young adult or teenager, and another that looked like a child. He had black hair and a brown coat. He looked familiar. He then realized he had something in his hand. He lifted it up to look at it. It was a picture of the same boy with another boy with an orange coat and green hat. Then Kyle realized who one of the boys was in the picture.
Stan!Kyle shook himself to get out of his thoughts. He looked at the boy beside him. He had had two strange visions with Stan in them now. It was almost like he had something to do with the boy before, like in a past life or something.
But Kyle didn't believe in reincarnation.
He just wanted to focus on getting Stan to wake up right now. The ginger kitten licked his owner's face gently, hoping he'd feel it and open up his big blue eyes.
But he didn't.
"Hey, Stan. It's time to get up, you've been there for like, an hour now," Kyle meowed. "You're going to get all dirty, laying down there."
Since that didn't work, Kyle decided to poke Stan with his paw, then with his nose. He softly nipped at his ear, hoping that he'd at least make some sort of movement. But that didn't work either, so Kyle decided to meow loudly in his ear instead.
"Wake up!" he hissed.
But Stan still didn't respond.
Kyle let out a long sigh before closing his eyes. He'd just attempt to get Stan to wake up tomorrow instead. He just wanted this night to go by as quickly as possible.
I hope it's not too late, Kyle thought before drifting into sleep.
Kyle awoke the next day to the sound of pouring rain. He looked around drowsily, not seeing Mittens or any of Stan's friends. He was starting to get a little bit worried, but then he looked up and saw all three of them sleeping in a secure spot in a tree. Tweek had his head rested on Craig's chest, while Mittens slept partially on both of them.
Kyle stretched and got up. He meowed loudly, trying to get someone's attention, but none of them woke up. Kyle let out an irritated hiss before lying back down. He looked at Stan, who still hadn't moved at all. Kyle was a little bit scared now. He couldn't handle the death of his mother and Stan's death at the same time. He really hoped that his new owner was all right.
Suddenly the kitten heard something moving in the treetops. He looked up to see that Craig had his eyes open now. He moaned quietly, causing Tweek to wake up as well. Craig casually pushed Mittens onto Tweek and sat up, looking down at Stan and Kyle. Once he saw Stan, his eyes immediately flung open. The dark-haired boy slowly began to make his way down the tree and over to Stan.
Tweek seemed a little bit surprised about how Craig left so suddenly, but then once he saw Stan he understood why. Tweek stretched and sat up as he watched Craig bend over beside Stan.
"Is he all right?" Tweek asked.
"I don't know," Craig got a closer look at Stan. "Hey, can you here me?"
Once Craig didn't get a response, he grabbed a stick a few feet away and proceeded to poke Stan with it.
"Well?" Tweek asked again.
Craig looked like he was getting a little frustrated now. He poked Stan with the stick continuously, his pokes getting harder and harder each time. But Stan didn't respond at all. Craig backed up a little bit, eyes widening.
"I…" Craig shook. "I think he's… dead."
"Jesus Christ!" Tweek screamed. "What do we do? What do we do?"
Craig looked down. "What can we do?"
Kyle looked up at Craig, eyes full with shock. He then looked over at Stan's limp body. He poked him gently with his paw.
"Stan, wake up. So we don't have to worry anymore," Kyle meowed, trying to stay calm. "Wake up and everything will be all right."
But the raven-haired boy remained unresponsive. He bit down into his ear and pulled, hoping that the boy would at least feel some pain and wake up because of that. He was about to do something else, but he was interrupted by the sound of paw steps behind him.
"I'm sorry," Mittens sighed, sitting down beside Kyle.
"He's not dead," Kyle growled. "He's just resting."
Mittens looked down at her paws as the ginger kitten continued with his speech.
"Stan isn't that weak. He wouldn't have died from a few scratches, would he? I mean; he has to live. I need him to live. Without him, I'll really have no one."
"Well, you have me, right? And your owner's dog you were talking about when we first met. Your friends with him, right?" Mittens asked.
"Well yeah, I'm friends with both you guys, but I just met Stan first. He's the one who took me in when I was all alone. I guess we're not really that close, but he takes care of me and stuff. And one day, I know we can be the best of friends."
"You're not his friend. You're his pet," Mittens argued.
"No," Kyle hissed. "I'm not his pet. I'm more than that. I can tell he's been feeling down, and whenever I'm around him he's always happy. And in my opinion, that's what friends do. They make each other happy."
"Whatever," Mittens rolled her eyes. "He'll always look to you as a pet, and nothing more… if he survives."
"No!" Kyle screamed. "That's not true! Stan is going to live, and we're going to become best friends one day!"
"You're too young to understand," Mittens sighed. "Your owner may really like you and treat you with lots of love, but you'll never be as important as his human friends."
"Be quiet!" Kyle screeched, unsheathing his claws.
Mittens backed up, startled. Her fur bristled for a second, but she calmed herself down in a moment.
"Fine. Whatever floats your boat," Mittens meowed. "But when the truth comes out, just make sure you're ready to handle it."
Kyle rolled his eyes and sat back down. He looked down and pawed at the dirt. Mittens was about to say something, but then she noticed a tear forming in his eye. Kyle sniffled and looked away, not wanting to be seen.
"Uh… I'll leave you alone with Stan for a few moments," Mittens mewed, walking away.
Kyle watched the tabby she-cat as she approached Tweek and Craig and meowed something to them. Mittens then ran off through the bushes, Tweek and Craig following, both having confused looks on their faces.
Once they were gone, Kyle let the tears come out. He curled up beside Stan and wept loudly. He just couldn't take it anymore; he couldn't lose his mother and Stan in only two days. He looked at the motionless body beside him.
"Wake up, please," Kyle pleaded. "I'm begging you."
Kyle leaned in to lick Stan's cheek. He moved closer to the dark-haired boy and snuggled against his face affectionately.
"Don't worry. We'll all be waiting for you here," Kyle purred. "Just open up your eyes and we can all go home."
But the kitten still got no response. He sobbed loudly against the boy, not knowing what to do anymore.
"P-please! You just have to wake up!" he stammered.
But Stan still didn't move a muscle. The kitten stood up. He was a bit shaky on his legs, but he didn't care. Suddenly he unsheathed his claws and dug them into the earth.
"Wake up!" he hissed, scratching Stan's face.
When Stan didn't do anything, Kyle continued to scratch his face repeatedly. The kitten was panting now, but he did not give up. He kept on clawing at his face until scarlet dripped down his cheek and onto his shoulder.
"Wake up!" he screamed once more, delivering one last intense blow to his face.
Kyle fell over and began crying even more. He put an arm over his face, trying to hold back the tears, although it was an impossible task. He sniffled and looked at Stan once more.
"Wake up," Kyle sniffed. "I need you."
Kyle let a tear drop down onto Stan's face. Knowing there was no hope, the ginger kitten turned to walk away. He looked down sadly, not wanting to do anything anymore. He had lost his best friend.
Kyle was about to walk out of the clearing, but stopped dead as he heard something moving behind him. His fur bristled as thoughts of the angry dog came into his mind. The kitten turned to look at what had moved behind him, not knowing what to think when he saw what it was.
It was Stan!"You're alive!" Kyle cried, running up to Stan.
Kyle knew that humans couldn't understand a word he said, but he still liked to talk to them anyways. It was just fun.
Stan slowly sat up, biting his lip in pain. Without hesitation, Kyle jumped into Stan's arms. He then climbed up onto his shoulder until he was close enough to lick his cheek.
Stan looked a bit confused as he noticed all of the leaves and cobwebs on his wounds. He then felt his opposite cheek and froze when he saw the fresh blood on his fingers.
"Ha, sorry, that was me. I was trying to get you to wake up," the kitten apologized.
Stan looked like he understood the cat's apology and hugged him tightly. The two embraced each other for a few seconds more before Stan finally spoke up.
"Thanks for staying by my side all this time, cat," Stan smiled.
Kyle just mewed happily and wagged his little tail, happy to have his friend alive. He sat down in his lap and purred loudly, not knowing how to express his happiness.
"Oh, and, where are Tweek and Craig?" Stan asked. "I need to thank them for bandaging up my wounds. If it weren't for them, I might have died."
Kyle jumped out of Stan's lap and headed for some bushes.
"Follow me!" he meowed before running through them.
Kyle watched Stan slowly get up and follow the cat. He looked like he was a little shaky, but Stan regained his balance quite easily. Once Kyle was sure Stan could follow well enough, he trotted through the forest, following the scent of Mittens, Tweek, and Craig. They found the three momentarily.
Kyle instantly ran up to Mittens, joy in his eyes. "Stan's alive!"
Mittens' ears flicked up as she turned around. "That's great!" she grinned.
"I'm just so glad he's not dead," he purred. "I don't know what I'd do without him."
Mitten's nodded before turning to look at Stan reuniting with Tweek and Craig. Kyle sat beside the grey tabby and watched them, observing their conversation.
"Dude! You're alive!" Tweek beamed.
"I thought you were dead, and for a second I was so sad. But now that I know you're alive, I'm so happy!" Craig rejoiced.
Kyle watched the three boys hug. Kyle never knew Stan had such nice friends. He didn't even know if Stan really had any friends; he always seemed so depressed. But instead of getting lost in his thoughts, Kyle continued to listen to the conversation.
"Thank you guys so much for stopping my bleeding," Stan thanked the two boys. "I really thought I was going to die once everything went dark for me."
"Well, you're here with us now," Tweek smiled. "Just don't die on us. Then we'd be all excited and happy right now for nothing."
The three boys laughed for a second before continuing their conversation.
"I wonder what they're saying," Mittens meowed quietly to herself.
Kyle flicked the tip of his tail as he looked over at Mittens, Mittens looking right back at him. He waited to see if she was going to say or do something.
"What are they saying?" she asked shyly.
Kyle looked back at the boys, listening to their conversation once again. He wondered if he was really the only animal that could understand humans.
"Anyways, let's try to find our way home now," Tweek said before looking over at Kyle and Mittens. "Maybe they can help us out. They can use their sense of smell."
"Are you sure that would work?" Craig wondered. "I mean, they're cats. It's not like they can understand us."
Kyle instantly jumped up, wanting to prove them wrong. He walked up to them and let out a loud meow, wagging his tail. He then made it look like he was sniffing something, hoping that the boys would receive the message.
"I'm not too sure about that," Stan argued. "Kyle's pretty smart."
"Well, let's at least try," Tweek suggested. "Maybe they can help us."
"What are they saying?" Mittens questioned the ginger kitten.
Kyle looked back at Mittens. "They're trying to find their way back home. They're going to try to get us to smell our way back to the town."
Mittens nodded. "I can do that!" she exclaimed.
"Well, come on! We've got some work to do," Kyle purred.
Kyle started towards the bushes, Mittens following. Before they walked out, Kyle turned and meowed at the boys, getting their attention. He then signalled with his tail to follow, all three of them looking like they understood.
"See, I told you Kyle was smart," Kyle overheard Stan gloating.
"Yeah, whatever," Craig rolled his eyes. "Let's just get out of here."
Once they stopped talking, Kyle ran through the bushes, being closely followed by Mittens and the three human boys. He ran across the wet forest floor, following their scent as best as he could. It felt like they were running in circles, but he soon came across the clearing they were in not too long ago. Their scent was still fresh, but the scent of the blood was interfering with it, for it was very strong.
Kyle walked up to the large tree in the clearing and sniffed it, picking up the scent of the group once again. The ginger kitten started off again but stopped as he heard Craig speak up.
"This is hopeless. We're lost," Craig sighed.
"Don't say that!" Tweek growled. "We're going to get out soon."
"No, we're not," Craig mumbled.
"Yes, we are!" Tweek argued.
"Nope," Craig muttered.
"Yes, we are going to get out soon!" Tweek suddenly snapped. "Don't be a negative Nancy."
Craig backed up, slightly offended. Kyle could tell the dark-haired boy didn't know what to say. He opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it.
"I'm sorry!" Tweek instantly apologized. "I'm just really stressed out, okay?"
Craig nodded, staying silent. Tweek looked upset now. Kyle slowly began to walk off, seeing if the others would follow. Luckily, they noticed the ginger kitten leaving and started after him.
Kyle followed the faint scent of the group for hours until they found some sort of path. It looked like several people had walked on it before, for it was soft and had many footprints. Kyle jumped up in excitement as he realized that this must be the entrance to the forest. After all the hours of searching, they had finally found it.
Kyle sprinted down the path until the amount of trees slowly started to decrease, revealing the town of South Park. Once he was out, he jumped into the air and mewed happily. He landed right in front of the log he had been on just the day before.
"We're here!" Kyle purred.
"Oh, thank god!" Mittens meowed, walking up to Kyle. "Thanks for getting us out of there."
"Heh, no problem. It was easy, really," Kyle blushed.
"Well anyways, thanks again," Mittens purred, cuffing at Kyle's air affectionately.
"Wow! I never thought we'd get out of those woods anytime soon," Tweek beamed, looking around at the quiet mountain town he lived in.
"Well, we can all thank Kyle for getting us out of there safely," Stan smiled, looking at his cat.
"Wow, I guess your cat really is smart," Craig complimented. "I should have never doubted him."
"I told you so!" Stan teased.
Suddenly they all went silent as the group stared into the setting sun. It was truly beautiful, and all were amazed by it. Kyle jumped up onto a rock and stood there. He wished he could stay there forever.
"Well, we should be getting back before our parents start to worry," Stan sighed. "It was actually kind of fun hanging out with you guys while it lasted."
"Who said we won't hang out with you again?" Craig asked, smiling.
Stan looked at Tweek and Craig with confused glances before hugging both of them.
"You mean it?" Stan beamed. "Like, you really mean it?"
"Yep," Tweek replied, nodding. "It was fun talking to you and we'd like to do it again. Except for the part where we thought you died; that wasn't too fun."
Stan smiled and hugged both of the boys again before they started to walk off. Kyle looked at Stan, who looked like he wasn't finished talking.
"Hey, wait, you guys!" Stan called out, both of the boys ahead of him turning around.
"What is it?" Craig asked, a little confused.
"You know, if you really want, maybe we can all share Kyle?" Stan suggested. "I mean, I'd keep him most of the time but maybe one of you can have him for one weekend, and one of you have him the other weekend? I'm not sure if I'm really making any sense to you guys but…"
"That makes perfect sense!" Tweek interrupted. "I'd love to spend some time with Kyle, I've always wanted a cat!"
Stan nodded before looking over at Craig. "And you?"
"It sounds like a good idea," Craig acknowledged. "I think Mittens and Kyle like each other."
Kyle looked at his paws and thought for a moment. He wasn't too sure if he wanted to be owned by three people. He really liked Stan, and he was honestly all he needed to be happy. But three owners? He wasn't sure if he could handle it. Kyle continued to think for a moment before he finally made up his mind.
"Did you hear that?" Kyle beamed, turning to face Mittens. "I'm going to be owned by three people now! And that means I'll get to spend an entire weekend with you sometime!"
"That's great!" Mittens purred. "I can't wait!"
The two smiled at each other for a moment until Kyle began to listen to what the three boys had to say again.
"Then it's decided," Stan spoke up. "Kyle will spend the first weekend at Tweek's house, then at Craig's. I'll bring Kyle over tomorrow, Tweek."
"All right!" Tweek burst out. "I'll get to have a cat!"
Tweek ran up and hugged Stan tightly before backing away. He walked over to Craig and grabbed his hand.
"Oh and, before we go, I think there's something you should know," Tweek announced. "Craig and I are officially a couple. We've been dating since yesterday."
The two boys then embraced each other for a few moments before breaking apart. They really seemed like they were in love.
"That's great!" Stan smiled, acting as if he didn't know, but Kyle knew he was faking it.
"Let's go now," Craig insisted. "Before it gets too dark."
"Oh, you're right!" Tweek agreed, starting to walk away with Craig. "Bye Stan!"
"Bye, Stan!" Craig waved.
"Bye, you guys!" Stan said his farewells. "See you sometime soon!"
Mittens turned to look at Kyle.
"Well, I better get going," she meowed. "See ya!"
Kyle watched the pretty grey she-cat as she ran after Tweek and Craig. A few seconds later, they were all out of sight. Not knowing what to do anymore, the ginger kitten decided to groom his fur. He had bits of mud and blood on him from earlier.
"Come on, Kyle," Stan began. "We'd better go, too. I wonder what my parents will think when they see us."
Kyle giggled a little bit before he let himself be picked up by Stan. Stan placed him on his head, where he had a great view. Kyle got comfortable as Stan began to walk off in the direction of his house. No, their house. He lived with Stan now, and he planned on living there until he died.
Kyle looked at all of the things around him as the two passed by. People were walking up and down the streets, cars zoomed by, and many animals were just hanging out in alleys and other hidden places. He remembered when he still lived with his family. In fact, he'd still be with his family now if it weren't for his mother's death.
Kyle let out a sigh and just looked down at the boy below him, then back at what was ahead of him. The house was not far away now.
Once they arrived, Kyle stretched as Stan opened the door and headed to his parents room. The door was open, and it normally never was. Stan peeked inside, only to see that his mother was sobbing into her hands, while his father did his best to try and comfort him.
"Don't worry, we'll find him," his father reassured her.
Kyle looked down at Stan as he spoke up.
"Hey, mom and dad," he mumbled. "I'm back."
His mother and father instantly looked up.
"Stanley?" his mother gasped. "Stanley, what happened to you?"
"Well," Stan began. "I saw Tweek and Craig. We talked for a little bit, and then Craig decided to go get his cat. But then…"
Kyle tuned out from the conversation as he jumped down from Stan's head. Once he was on the ground, he walked down the stairs and over to where Sparky's food bowls were. He sniffed it before chomping on the leftovers. He was absolutely starving. He was about to continue eating, but then he heard something walking towards him. He was guessing it was Sparky.
Kyle turned his head to look at the big brown dog that had just approached him. He looked a little bit shocked to see how dirty the kitten was.
"Whoa, what happened to you?" Sparky asked, tilting his head.
"Well, I decided to run into a forest with my new friend, Mittens. We were just joking around at first, but then we got lost and Stan and his friends came looking for us," Kyle began. "We then ran into a dog and it chased us for a long time. Luckily, we ran into Stan and his friends and we all headed for a tree. We climbed it, but Stan didn't make it up in time. The dog got to him and really hurt him. I did my best to fight the dog off, with the help of Mittens, Tweek and Craig. Once the dog was gone, Stan was on the floor, passed out. He was knocked out for nearly a day! But he was all right, thankfully. We then found a way out and here we are now."
Sparky nodded, as if he hadn't caught all of that. But Kyle really didn't care, he was just glad to be home.
"Oh!" Kyle continued. "And I'm going to be going away each weekend from now on."
Sparky's eyes instantly widened. "What!?"
"Yep! Tomorrow I'm going to Tweek's house, and the next weekend I'm going to Craig's house," Kyle meowed.
"I'm guessing those are Stan's friends?" Sparky growled.
Kyle nodded. "Why are you so upset?"
"Well," Sparky sighed. "I just really like having you around. Sometimes it gets a little lonely around here…"
Kyle walked up to his friend and rubbed against him affectionately. He let out a loud purr and stood on his hind legs for a second to lick his cheek.
"Don't worry! I won't be gone for long," Kyle did his best to comfort the dog. "I'll be out there making other people smile; think of it that way!"
"Oh, all right…" Sparky sighed, looking down at his paws.
Kyle was about to say something, but then he heard Stan calling him.
"Kyle? Kyle where are you?" Stan called out, looking around.
"Coming!" Kyle replied, jumping up. "Oh, and talk to you later, Sparky."
Sparky just nodded in acknowledgement before Kyle headed up the stairs. Stan waited for the ginger kitten before walking into his room and shutting the door. Kyle watched his owner as he sighed and threw himself onto the bed. Kyle jumped on top of Stan, letting out a loud purr. Stan smiled and held him up, staring right into his eyes.
"Tomorrow, you'll be going to Tweek's house," Stan whispered. "I wonder if it's a good idea for you to constantly visit other people's houses. I mean; you're just a kitten after all."
Stan lowered Kyle down onto the bed. The young kitten tilted his head in confusion, not really sure what Stan meant. He honestly thought everything would be fine. Kyle watched Stan as he pulled the covers over himself.
Once Stan had fallen asleep, Kyle was starting to have doubts now himself. It didn't really seem like Stan had been friends with Tweek and Craig for a long time. They had only just become friends today!
Kyle curled up beside Stan, trying to fall asleep. He really hoped everything would turn out all right when he went over to Tweek's tomorrow.
I hope you guys liked that chapter! I worked really hard on it ^^;
Also I've decided I will be opening up writing commissions in a few days so yeh.