For the clan cats, even though they were human once, the few days they spent in the veterinary office were pure horror. They were only let out a few times a day, and were poked and proded for what seemed to be hours on end all in the name of health. They were fed what looked, smelled, and tasted like rabbit droppings. The apprentices were twitchy, and Sunfur was bored out of her wits. As a nursing queen, she was only allowed out of her cage twice a day- once for exercise and the other for a check up. The warriors were all going crazy. Ravenpelt was going berserk- she was kept some twenty cages away from her mate and hadn't exchanged words with him in days.
Silverstar and Whiteclaw were both working their tails off coming up with two plans- one to figure out how to escape the humans and another on how to escape from the fox- Starp. So far, they had completed the plan on how to get away from the humans. They were to escape the next day. Starp was going to unlatch the cages and lead them to the only door. They were then going to send a small patrol of apprentices and cats to distract the guards by running down the hallway that lead to the front office. They (the patrol) would then slip out the doggie door that was installed in the front door and meet them in the back to make a getaway. The rest of the clan + Starp would slip out the backway and meet up with the patrol. Then Whiteclaw, Silverstar, and Sunfur would each grab a kit and run with Tigerstripe as a guard. The rest would split into groups and make a run for it, zigzagging through the seperate alley ways that they were sure they'd find. They would then meet up at a tree on top of a hill directly to the west- and, coincidentaly in the direction of the mountains. There, Starp would leave them to find his own home, and they'd be on their merry way- at least, that is what he said. However, his nightime ramblings continued, outlining in no uncertain terms the fate that the cats were to meet if they trusted him. So, they made another plan. As soon as they had gotten out of the vet's office, they'd attack Starp and overpower him. They'd then run in the opposite direction and get back on track before leaf-bare. No one knew how thewhole business would end up, and most of the clan were muttering darkly about Silverstar for getting them into the whole thing, but no one could deny that they were all getting healed faster than if Leafear had helped them.
The next two days were spent similiarly to the three previous: Sleep, rest, check-up, food, water, medicine, exercise, sleep.
It was quite boring, but they were becoming well rested- all ready for the escape they were going to make that night.
When darkness fell and the humans- minus the two guards- had left for the night, Starp whispered to Silverstar,
"Ready?"
Silverstar gulped and nodded. "Do it!"
Starp deftly maneuvered one thorn-sharp claw into the space between the wire mesh of his cage and unlatched the lock.
"How'd you learn to do that?" Silverstar asked quietly.
"I used to want more food at night, so I'd skip out and go raid the...er, pantry."
Silverstar shivered.
"Ok, get me out."
Starp did, and in doing so, showed her how easy it was to lift the latch up with her head or paw.
"Go on, get the others," he whispered, his rank breath washing over her. She shrank back, ears pulled back across her head slightly. THen she remembered the ruse she was trying to keep up and, with great effort, stood back up.
"Got it."
They quickly and quietly released the cats, while Whiteclaw stood guard at the door. There was a quick, heartfelt reunion between Ravenpelt and Duststripe, and an awkward, rushed touching of noses between Tigerstripe and Sunfur, who was carrying Crystalkit. Leafear grabbed Stealthkit and Silverstar was about to get Flamekit when Whiteclaw stopped her.
"You forget...you're one of the best fighters..." he murmered in her ear. She stopped, embarassed. She motioned for Ravenepelt to take the kit. Starp humphed impatiently, and said, "Go send the patrol already! I'm getting jumpy!"
Silverstar nodded and motioned with her tail. "Good luck," she whispered to Whiteclaw, who was leading the patrol. "I love you. May Starclan be with you."
Whiteclaw motioned for Skypaw and Thornpaw and Mouseclaw to come with him. "This way. Make a lot of noise."
Taking one long, last look at Silverstar, he dashed into the corridor, yowling a wordless cry as he passed them. The other cats followed suit; the din they created was almost deafening.
"RUN!" screeched Silverstar, as she watched the fat guards get up and lumber after her mate and the few members of her clan. "GO GO GO!!"
She felt a little like a drill sergeant. Starp was the last to leave. "Come on!" he cried as he dashed past.
She sprinted after them, and Starp quickly went to the head of the line of cats. "Follow me!"
They did, and he lead them into a dark street. Suddenly, he turned around and said, "Wait, don't split up! You'll get lost!"
"No!" Silverstar screeched. They had seconds before the humans would come around the corner. "Get the kits out! Meet where we've planned!"
Starp growled, and he jumped in front of them. "NO! You'll do as I say! You're now my prisoners!! Mwaha! hahaha!!"
"You're crazy!" Silverstar spat at him. "We'll over power you!"
Starp growled louder, and Silverstar yowled, "Get the kits out! Treeclan to me! To me!"
And her clan formed up behind her, ready to attack. Whiteclaw came skiddering aroudn the corner, the guards in tow.
"Attack!" Silverstar screeched, and the little alleyway they were standing in burst into action. Half of the remaining clan jumped at Starp, who went down under the sheer force of numbers. The rest turned and lept onto the guards, clawing and spitting.
Silverstar was the first to get to Starp. He quickly batted her aside, but she dodged, trying to entangle her paws in his, to knock him to the ground. He hit her across the muzzle, sending her into the wall. She lay there, dazed, as she watched the battle rage.
The guards quickly ran away, shouting for nets and some tranquilizers and how the heck the animals had gotten out. However, Starp was crazed and wily, making him a more dangerous opponent than a normal fox. It was Fierceclaw who had saved them. He pulled some tricks that no one had ever dreamed of, and in so doing, essentially was the one that turned the tide of battle. Finally, after a few minutes of desperate fighting, Starp lay on the ground, his blood pooling in the dirt.
"Come on!" Whiteclaw gasped, pulling Silverstar up. "Let's go."
And they ran off, into the city, following the scent trail of their comrades. It would be a long night.
I am sooooooooooooo(100000000000000x) sorry!!!! I've been sick again, and I'm over worked at school and stuff just keeps happening (My grandmother had a heart attack) and so many things are going on....I'm sorry! I can't promise anything about the next chapter, but I can guarantee that the next few chapters will be really good. This one I just threw together to let you guys know how sorry I am!!!
icanhazlolcatsplz: Sorry I haven't updated soon....but I'm glad you think it's getting better!
Firestorm: I stil lhave to make up a test...it is horrible...and the fox is what we would classify as "stark raving mad" lolz!!
Crystalstar: Sorry I haven't updated....:(-ducks the lysol-
Darkness muffin: Hello Darkness Muffin, this is Silverstar speaking. Yes, I would like to have kits in the future with Whiteclaw, but right now is kind of a bad time...ya know? I mean, the whole crazy fox thing really throws the family thing for a loop, but when we get over the mountains and settle down and stuff...then yeah, I might. Any name suggestions for me?
