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Disclaimer: Both: We don't own Furcadia or Neopets.
A Family Torn Apart
Cheet opens her eyes. It had only been about ten minutes since Fyora had come and Cheet felt herself getting weaker from lack of sleep and extreme worry. She had fallen asleep, but worrying over Fyora had caused her to wake up. Cheet stands up and goes over to the door. She perks her ear and places it aganist the door, straining to hear her enemy and her sister. Her ears and tail drup as she hears nothing, espxect for her feline sister's steady breathing and her brother's labored breathing. Cheet goes over to a coner and sits down. Almost instantly she falls asleep again, letting her body and mind rest. This time she rests for an hour before awaking up. This time she could hear Fyora and Darkside. Darkside's voice was commanding, while Fyora's was calm. Cheet sinks further back in the corner as the two walk in.
"I will not do that. I'll be putting all of Faerieland in danger."
"Fine then, Fyora."
"Give Cheet the antidote and let them go."
Darkside growls and takes out the vial.
"Where are you?"
"Over here."
Darkside throws the vial and Cheet catchs it. Fyora twitchs her wings slightly. She glows purple and the chains around Arma disapper. Cheet catchs him and Cheet, Arma, Kit, and Fyora disapper. As Arma, Cheet, and Fyora reapper, Cheet stumbles and falls to the ground, landing hard on her back. Fyora bends down and looks concerned at the young girl.
"Are you okay?"
"No. I'm exhuasted, cold and I think I'm starting to get sick."
Cheet sneezes and groans. Fyora helps her stand up, while she supports Arma. Cheet looks around. The throne room is big with plants growing on some of the pillars. A golden chair is in the middle, made of gold. Fyora looks at Cheet and notices the brightness of her eyes has faded. Fyora knows Cheet has become sick, but doesn't tell her what kind of illness she has.
"Do you still have the vial?"
Cheet nods and takes off her backpack and rummages through it. She finds the vial and hands it to Fyora. She takes it and gives it to Arma.
"Come on, Cheet. You need some rest."
Cheet follows Fyora down the hall, slowly. Dizziness had come up and Cheet was trying not to fall. Fyora turns her head and notices Cheet is leaning aganist the wall for support.
"Cheet?"
"I'm fine."
Fyora nods and keeps walking. She stops in front of a door. Cheet slowly catchs up and Fyora opens the door. Cheet walks in and turns her head.
"If you start felling any worse tell me, alright?"
Cheet nods and Fyora closes the door, taking Arma to another room. Cheet looks around the room and notices the bed is under the window. Cheet jumps on the bed and looks out over the city. The sun is setting giving the shops an eerie glow. Cheet coughs and sticks her head back in. She puts a hand up and muffles her coughing. She lays down and as her coughing subsides, she falls asleep. Outside her door, an orange haired girl is listening to Cheet's labored breathing. The girl frowns and flies down the hallway. Early morning, Cheet wakes up feeling a little worse.
"UG!"
She sits up and places a hand to her forehead. Her muscles ache and the dizziness has come back. She goes over the window and opens it. She breaths the fresh air and the dizziness disappers. She closes the window and goes into the hallway. The illness that Cheet has, has started taking it's toll on her body. Cheet walks down the hallway, trying to find Fyora. In the darkness two girls are watching the sick cheetah. One is the same one from last night and the other is a green haired girl.
"She growns sicker every minute."
"She should be resting."
Both girls fly off and Cheet contuies walking down the hallway. Her eyes look lifeless and her ears and tail are druped. Her spirits are very low and as she enters a room, the dizziness returns even worse. She supports herself, but end's up passing out.
Disclaimer: Both: We don't own Furcadia or Neopets.
A Family Torn Apart
Cheet opens her eyes. It had only been about ten minutes since Fyora had come and Cheet felt herself getting weaker from lack of sleep and extreme worry. She had fallen asleep, but worrying over Fyora had caused her to wake up. Cheet stands up and goes over to the door. She perks her ear and places it aganist the door, straining to hear her enemy and her sister. Her ears and tail drup as she hears nothing, espxect for her feline sister's steady breathing and her brother's labored breathing. Cheet goes over to a coner and sits down. Almost instantly she falls asleep again, letting her body and mind rest. This time she rests for an hour before awaking up. This time she could hear Fyora and Darkside. Darkside's voice was commanding, while Fyora's was calm. Cheet sinks further back in the corner as the two walk in.
"I will not do that. I'll be putting all of Faerieland in danger."
"Fine then, Fyora."
"Give Cheet the antidote and let them go."
Darkside growls and takes out the vial.
"Where are you?"
"Over here."
Darkside throws the vial and Cheet catchs it. Fyora twitchs her wings slightly. She glows purple and the chains around Arma disapper. Cheet catchs him and Cheet, Arma, Kit, and Fyora disapper. As Arma, Cheet, and Fyora reapper, Cheet stumbles and falls to the ground, landing hard on her back. Fyora bends down and looks concerned at the young girl.
"Are you okay?"
"No. I'm exhuasted, cold and I think I'm starting to get sick."
Cheet sneezes and groans. Fyora helps her stand up, while she supports Arma. Cheet looks around. The throne room is big with plants growing on some of the pillars. A golden chair is in the middle, made of gold. Fyora looks at Cheet and notices the brightness of her eyes has faded. Fyora knows Cheet has become sick, but doesn't tell her what kind of illness she has.
"Do you still have the vial?"
Cheet nods and takes off her backpack and rummages through it. She finds the vial and hands it to Fyora. She takes it and gives it to Arma.
"Come on, Cheet. You need some rest."
Cheet follows Fyora down the hall, slowly. Dizziness had come up and Cheet was trying not to fall. Fyora turns her head and notices Cheet is leaning aganist the wall for support.
"Cheet?"
"I'm fine."
Fyora nods and keeps walking. She stops in front of a door. Cheet slowly catchs up and Fyora opens the door. Cheet walks in and turns her head.
"If you start felling any worse tell me, alright?"
Cheet nods and Fyora closes the door, taking Arma to another room. Cheet looks around the room and notices the bed is under the window. Cheet jumps on the bed and looks out over the city. The sun is setting giving the shops an eerie glow. Cheet coughs and sticks her head back in. She puts a hand up and muffles her coughing. She lays down and as her coughing subsides, she falls asleep. Outside her door, an orange haired girl is listening to Cheet's labored breathing. The girl frowns and flies down the hallway. Early morning, Cheet wakes up feeling a little worse.
"UG!"
She sits up and places a hand to her forehead. Her muscles ache and the dizziness has come back. She goes over the window and opens it. She breaths the fresh air and the dizziness disappers. She closes the window and goes into the hallway. The illness that Cheet has, has started taking it's toll on her body. Cheet walks down the hallway, trying to find Fyora. In the darkness two girls are watching the sick cheetah. One is the same one from last night and the other is a green haired girl.
"She growns sicker every minute."
"She should be resting."
Both girls fly off and Cheet contuies walking down the hallway. Her eyes look lifeless and her ears and tail are druped. Her spirits are very low and as she enters a room, the dizziness returns even worse. She supports herself, but end's up passing out.