Greetings! I am back! TWO REVIEWS IN A DAY!!!!! YES!!!! I won't cancel. I probably wasn't going to anyway, but I was just being gothic.
Review Replies:
Ocelotjackel:I won't! Y'all convinced me not to. :)
Chickenspoon42:That's fine, I totally understand. I was just being emo. (As usualXD) I won't discontinue it. And, if I told you that, it would spoil the story. So read on...XD
On with this weirdness!
The white tom stopped dead, staring at Spark. She stared back.
Out of nowhere, Casper tackled the silver cat, rolling into a bush. "How do you know me?!" He demanded. When Spark didn't answer, he stepped forward aggressively. "HOW DO YOU KNOW ME?!" He leapt at her, his chipped claws unsheathed. Casper whacked into her, clawing at her face.
Spark yowled angrily and clawed wildly, having no fighting experience at all. Due to this major ailment, Casper easily subdued her, pinning her on the ground, still in the bush. His face was inches from her's.
"How. Do. You. Know. Me?" He growled lowly. "I-I met you when we w-were kits." She spoke. "I was th-that kit you were t-talking about."
"No you're not." Casper growled. "I saw, she just ran off, with dogs chasing her. There's no way she survived."
The small sewer cat shook her head. "I ran. I hid in the sewers, remember?" Casper stared at her intently, as if trying to look into her soul. After a long time, a smile broke his face. "It's really you!" He yipped, getting off. "You're alive!"
Spark got up, nodding. "Yep. It's me, Spark."
She walked out of the bush, the moon's light shining on her fur, making it look like stars had fallen into it.
Casper followed. "So...you've been in the sewers?" The silver cat nodded. "And you?" The larger cat sighed. Finally, he said, "It-it's a long story..." Spark looked at him. "I'm listening." Casper sighed again and sat down, Spark doing the same.
"Well, when you ran off, I tried to follow you, but a dog bit my tail off. Right off. It hurt a lot, but when the other two dogs came back, they still made me walk along." He took a deep breath, slowly letting it out before continuing.
"Two days later, we got to a large building. It was made of a shiny, hard material called metal. There were other kits, and some older cats, but mostly just dogs.
"We were sorted into groups by size: The Small, The Medium, and The Large. I was put in The Large. The Small...they were killed. So we're some of The Medium. The next day, they began training us. Unrelenting training, all day, every day.
"Well, after a while, I got sick of it. Being told what to do, being pushed around. I decided to run away. And I did. I almost didn't, but the dog that was after me was smaller than most, so I killed it. I killed a dog. And...well, after that, I've been on the run, trying not to get caught."
Spark stared at him. "So...you don't have a tail?" Casper burst out laughing. "What?" The smaller one asked. "What's so funny?" The snowy cat rightened himself. "Sorry," he said, still laughing. "But after all that, that's your reaction?!" He kept laughing, Spark still staring. Both of them had really missed the company of others, who weren't trying to kill them.
Ta-daaa! I did it! I published another chapter!
Happy Thanksgiving! Eat turkey and stuffing, y'all! XD Please review! Till next time,
~KitKat