(Lonz's POV)
"My paws hurt," Grid whined, "And I'm hungry."
"We all are Griddle," I replied before Munk could answer. He seemed a bit run down these days. Tugger looked to be keeping an eye on Munk too.
"Yeah honey, we're in this together. We'll get some food," Tug said.
"In fact, maybe even sooner than we think," I said as my eyes caught sight of a food stall,
"Think you can distract them Tug?"
"Hey distracting is what I do best."
Before Munk and Grid had fully realised what was going on, me and Tug were running down the road with a whole chicken.
"Run!" we screeched as we raced past Munk and Grid.
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(Munk's POV)
As we ran down the road with a pretty pissed off human chasing us I couldn't help thinking, 'What have they got us into now?'. But on the other paw my mouth was watering as I thought of the nice cooked chicken we would be able to eat pretty soon. Lonz and Tug rounded a corner and me and Grid followed. A few moments later we saw the man run right past us.
"Alright!" Tug cheered and gave Lonz a high five, "It's dinner time!"
A sudden growl stopped us in our tracks. I turned my head slowly to see a pollicle,
"Oh everlasting cat!" I muttered.
"Throw it the chicken," Lonz suggested nervously.
"Are you kidding me? We worked hard to get that chicken, we deserve it!"
The snarling pollicle took a step closer and Tug had a sudden change of heart,
"Or we could throw it the chicken."
I did exactly that. The pollicle sniffed it then stepped over it, closer to us.
"Maybe he's already eaten," Lonz squeaked.
"In which case he'll just want to maim and kill us, but not eat us," Tug attempted to sound lighthearted and failed. Grid screamed,
"Help! Help!"
I just took a deep breath hoping my stomach would stop doing back flips and crouched into a fighting stance. It was the only chance we had,
"Get Grid out of here you two," I instructed Long and Tugger before diving at the pollicle, it barely budged an inch and slammed me to the ground. I was slightly dazed but managed to slash into the pollicle with my claws a couple of times. The pollicle was stronger though and pinned me down it's claws digging into my skin. I saw Tug and Lonz attempt to attack but they were both sent flying.
"Me kill you cat," the pollicle growled at me and dragged it's claws across my body. I whimpered and closed my eyes trying to block away the pain and the sensation of warm blood trickling out of my wounds. The pollicle yelped suddenly and I opened my eyes to see Grid slash the pollicles side. Leaving me it went for Griddle. Lonz recovered himself and ran over to help her. I crawled over to Tugger, who was unconscious,
"Tug are you ok?" I asked urgently, no response. I checked that he wasn't badly hurt before staggering back to my paws to help Lonz. But I saw someone do just that. A ginger tom tackled the pollicle. Although I was grateful for him saving our tails I couldn't help but look at him suspiciously. Sometimes help is only given with an ulterior motive. All my suspicion disappeared however when I heard the toms words to the pollicle.
"You're on jellicle territory, get the hell outta here."
The pollicle did a disappearing act.
"Jellicle?" my eyes lit up, "As in the jellicle junkyard?"
"Yeah lad, are you all ok?" he asked while checking on some of my wounds.
The tom's Scottish accent was pleasant to listen to. I looked round, Lonz had a few scratches as did Grid, Tug was still unconscious.
"I'm fine," I insisted, "But Tugger..."
I painfully knelt down beside him,
"Tugger....Tugger wake up."
"My paws hurt," Grid whined, "And I'm hungry."
"We all are Griddle," I replied before Munk could answer. He seemed a bit run down these days. Tugger looked to be keeping an eye on Munk too.
"Yeah honey, we're in this together. We'll get some food," Tug said.
"In fact, maybe even sooner than we think," I said as my eyes caught sight of a food stall,
"Think you can distract them Tug?"
"Hey distracting is what I do best."
Before Munk and Grid had fully realised what was going on, me and Tug were running down the road with a whole chicken.
"Run!" we screeched as we raced past Munk and Grid.
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(Munk's POV)
As we ran down the road with a pretty pissed off human chasing us I couldn't help thinking, 'What have they got us into now?'. But on the other paw my mouth was watering as I thought of the nice cooked chicken we would be able to eat pretty soon. Lonz and Tug rounded a corner and me and Grid followed. A few moments later we saw the man run right past us.
"Alright!" Tug cheered and gave Lonz a high five, "It's dinner time!"
A sudden growl stopped us in our tracks. I turned my head slowly to see a pollicle,
"Oh everlasting cat!" I muttered.
"Throw it the chicken," Lonz suggested nervously.
"Are you kidding me? We worked hard to get that chicken, we deserve it!"
The snarling pollicle took a step closer and Tug had a sudden change of heart,
"Or we could throw it the chicken."
I did exactly that. The pollicle sniffed it then stepped over it, closer to us.
"Maybe he's already eaten," Lonz squeaked.
"In which case he'll just want to maim and kill us, but not eat us," Tug attempted to sound lighthearted and failed. Grid screamed,
"Help! Help!"
I just took a deep breath hoping my stomach would stop doing back flips and crouched into a fighting stance. It was the only chance we had,
"Get Grid out of here you two," I instructed Long and Tugger before diving at the pollicle, it barely budged an inch and slammed me to the ground. I was slightly dazed but managed to slash into the pollicle with my claws a couple of times. The pollicle was stronger though and pinned me down it's claws digging into my skin. I saw Tug and Lonz attempt to attack but they were both sent flying.
"Me kill you cat," the pollicle growled at me and dragged it's claws across my body. I whimpered and closed my eyes trying to block away the pain and the sensation of warm blood trickling out of my wounds. The pollicle yelped suddenly and I opened my eyes to see Grid slash the pollicles side. Leaving me it went for Griddle. Lonz recovered himself and ran over to help her. I crawled over to Tugger, who was unconscious,
"Tug are you ok?" I asked urgently, no response. I checked that he wasn't badly hurt before staggering back to my paws to help Lonz. But I saw someone do just that. A ginger tom tackled the pollicle. Although I was grateful for him saving our tails I couldn't help but look at him suspiciously. Sometimes help is only given with an ulterior motive. All my suspicion disappeared however when I heard the toms words to the pollicle.
"You're on jellicle territory, get the hell outta here."
The pollicle did a disappearing act.
"Jellicle?" my eyes lit up, "As in the jellicle junkyard?"
"Yeah lad, are you all ok?" he asked while checking on some of my wounds.
The tom's Scottish accent was pleasant to listen to. I looked round, Lonz had a few scratches as did Grid, Tug was still unconscious.
"I'm fine," I insisted, "But Tugger..."
I painfully knelt down beside him,
"Tugger....Tugger wake up."