Pacing back and forth on the top of a green dumpster in his dark alley, Ozone was shaking. He couldn't figure out what was wrong with him. He couldn't stop thinking about what had happened in Central Park. Not with the foxes hunting him down, not with Clara hanging out with her new boyfriend. But with Tiberius in the bush. That's what was bothering him right now.
Why? Why him? Ozone kept repeating those same questions over and over again in his head. Why him?! It was Tiberius! He hated that bird with every fiber in his body… right?! The cat was struggling to keep reminding himself of that. He knew he hated the hawk and the hawk hated him. And yet there was a small part of him inside that desperately wanted to feel the hawk's soft feathers pressed up against his smooth skin and his warm breath on his lips as they closed in for a...
"What is wrong with me?!" Ozone shouted at the top of his lungs. At that moment, Nitro and the Siamese cat twins walked into the alley. They stopped in their tracks when they heard his shout and looked up at him. "Ozone, are you okay?" the black cat asked, sounding very concerned for his friend. Hopping down from the dumpster, the hairless feline briskly walked past them as he answered, "No! I'll be back! I need a drink or something!" Hearing that, Nitro facepalmed.
"What the heck was all that about?" one of the Siamese cats asked. His twin shrugged his shoulders and replied, "I don't know."