Author Note: Since some of you have probably already read Night of the Were cat...I'm going to use the were cats real names. The black were cat is Brad. The tawny gold were cat is Wendy's mom Alice. And the brown were cat is Wendy's dad John. Also a little tip...WENDY DOESNT KNOW THAT HER FAMILY ARE WERECATS AND THEY DON'T KNOW THAT SHES A WERECAT EITHER. Anyway enjoy chapter seven.
Wendy made her way back to the yard where she bit the dog.
She paused at the side of the house. She sniffed. And caught a scent. The scent filled her nostrils. Her eyes grew wide and she grinned.
The black were cat aka Brad was near.
She peeked around the corner and saw Brad. At the far side of the fence. Eating something. Wendy realized it was the dog.
She crouched low. Getting as close to the ground as she could and slowly started towards Brad, who had his back towards her, as he concentrated on his meal.
Wendy avoided all sound as she slowly but carefully put one paw forward. Then another.
She was halfway across the 30 foot yard and Brad still hadn't noticed her.
Then when she was ten feet away Wendy rushed at him.
Her movements alerted Brad who dove aside as she swiped barely missing him. Her claws made 5 long scratches in the wooden fence.
Wendy glared at him and growled loudly, showing her fangs.
Brad, getting over his initial shock at the surprising attack, returned the growl.
The two circled each other. Wendy's fur stood on end and her tail up high.
Brad was in the same position. He hissed.
Brad ran at Wendy. She dodged and raked her claws against his side.
He yowled in pain but and backed away a bit.
He shook himself. Ignoring the pain, he got back into position.
Wendy leapt at him but he dodged and she landed on her side.
Getting up, she turned to face him once more and heard the sound of a gun cocking.
Snapping her head to the left she stared at a shotgun. There, holding the shotgun was a man in pajamas.
"Scram! Get outta here you worthless mutts." the man said.
Wendy guessed he was the homeowner. Sweat soaked his black hair.
Wendy hissed and leapt at the man.
He fired and Wendy yelped.
Ignoring the pain in her side. Wendy swatted the shotgun away from the startled homeowner with her paw.
"Honey." a voice called from the house. "What was that?"
Arching her back, she hissed loudly.
The man screamed as she ran back across the yard.
Wendy chased him. He ran up the porch steps into the house and slammed the back door in Wendy's face.
Wendy turned back towards the yard and noticed Brad was gone.
She looked back at the door and rolled her eyes.
"What a coward!" she thought before noticing light was creeping into sky.
She quickly made her way towards her house located next door. Realizing she couldnt climb the tree she made her way towards the downstairs window and jumped in. She saw a,light on in the kitchen and realized to her horror that her someone was up.