This will be a chapter about Puss' POV. So, I hope I won't confuse you all. :) review review... and I have this! HA!

Super Junior-Sorry Sorry(Doggie Pillowcase's version!)

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I flew through the air and landed on my feet. My owner was lying on the floor and she looked a little hurt, and pretty scared. But the fear in my heart flutters even faster, even more powerful than hers. I picked myself up and ran, hoping my black pelt would be of help to me if I blended into the shadows. The man in black clothes and the stinky feet was chasing me. I can't afford to stop. If I did, I don't know if I'll get to see tomorrow's light. Or go to the big house with fish or to stop and play with the little foxes and monkeys hanging around the place I was living. I sped past the big swirling blades that threatened to crush me and quickly rushed on.

I swerved at a corner and dived into the smallest crevice on the highest wall I could find and squeezed myself in it. My heart pounded against my ribcage and I felt so insecure. Even in this tiny hole that could just fit in. I feel like this little hole would suddenly grow bigger and then smelly feet would come grabbing me like how I saw him doing it to other, smaller animals. I shivered. Bad memories I don't want to remember came rushing back all in an instant.

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1st Summer: 14 days before I ran away.

I was idly lying around and I've decided to pay Rack and Lynxie a visit. Lynxie was my best friend- as her name suggests, she's a Lynx- and both of us used to roam through the valley when we were kits, even before my owner came and adopted me as her own. Anyway, I was making my way towards the waterfall, where Lynxie and I always meet. Rack was a raccoon whom we hung out on a weekly basis.

I saw Lynxie there and I ran the remaining distance but as I approached her, I saw that her sharp pointed ears were flattened and her normally enthusiastic ember eyes were flecked with traces of worry. I cocked my head, wondering what's wrong with her.

"Lynxie," I said to her softly, standing in front of her. She didn't seem to notice me there. " Lynxie!" I tried again. She didn't respond. "What's wrong, Lynxie? You can tell me. You know that! Lynxie... Come on... Hey... Mind telling me what happened?"

She softly rested her gaze at me, ember meeting emerald. She sighed before looking away again. " It's nothing... Probably just tired."

"Seriously...? I can't trust you when it comes to stuff like this," I mocked, trying to make her feel a little better.

She scoffed, "Yeah, right." Finally, Lynxie is feeling a little like Lynxie again.

I let out a mrrow of laughter. "Oh, yeah. Where's Rack?" I looked around, trying to spot him among the wild grass and the trees that surrounded the area.

"Late. Again," she sighed. "Come, let's go. He'll know where to find us." She trotted and then broke into a run. "Race you there!" Her laughter rolled out in loud barks and left in a cloud of dust.

"Hey! that's not fair!" I called out after her,laughing, "You're cheating!" Little did I realize that there was a person standing at the other side of the bank, at the Sky Oak staring at us.

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I woke up to find that I was still in the crevice. By now, it was night time. The moon shined through the small entrance of the hole. I felt so suffocated. My limbs are numb from being in the same position since afternoon, after smelly feet chased after me. I strained my ears to hear the activity that was going on outside- I never and didn't let my guard down. I couldn't risk it. Not if any of my friend's life depended on it. But it's so... I moved around uneasily in the small hole, trying to find some space in the safe "haven". Uncomfortable. I shifted my weight I didn't realize that I was moving back wards until the solid ground that was supporting my legs suddenly headed upwards. I frowned, unable to understand the feeling. The gap actually HEADS upwards? I attempted to try turning around the space in the hole. Surprisingly, I was able to do this with out scratching by nose against the uneven walls or pulling any of my fur out. I felt cold, now my tail was dangling outside the small crevice.

I could now see clearly that the crevice indeed was heading upwards. I sniffed that stale air. Yes. Definitely upwards. I swished my tail, in an attempt to help with my movement of crawling forwards. I was progressing finely. Not until I felt a something warm against my tail. I froze.

"There you are, kitty..," the hoarse voice rang out, " I've been looking for you everywhere..."

A horrible stench filled my small haven. I knew what was outside. My eyes grew wide. My shackles rose and I scrambled forwards, clawing desperately at the rough floor, trying to pull myself forward despite the force that was pulling me out. I was trying my best to get away from the source of my terror, my sadness. I cried out piteously, "Someone! Anyone! Help me!"

The mad man outside laughed, " Yes! Cry! Beg me for help! Beg me to stop!" He fastened the hold of the cat's tail. " You have a very long tail, my kitty... Mind giving me some?" He took out the knife that he was holding in the other hand and held it high. The blood stained knife gleamed murderously in the moonlight. He held it higher and aimed on his prey.

I felt smelly man fasten his grip on my tail, mumbling some language of the Takers. Mouse dung! Iknew resisting was of no use- it will only make the matter worst. But what can I do? Everything I did now was by instinct. Instinct told me to run from this smelly man before... I felt searing pain cut through my tail. It resonated through my whole body, leaving me frightened and in total shock. I sucked in a breath and screeched at the top of my lungs. The grip of the smelly man loosened, but in exchange of the searing pain. I sped away at top speed. Tears formed at the corner of my eyes, but I blinked them back. Ignoring the fact that my belly was being scratched by the rough sandy ground, and the fact that my fur was ripping out due to me fluffing to twice my size because of the shock and the pain, I headed up towards my only exit, up.

The mad man stood outside. In one hand, was the tail. In another, was the knife gleaming and dripping with wet blood. Murrey told staring at the handiwork. He sniggered. Then he chuckled. His chuckles madly increased in volume and turned into guffaws. He felt invincible. He was invincible. After all, he was a pedophile at heart. I should do this sometime. He thought, and sat on the grass. The space in the hole is limited. That cat's gonna come out sooner or later, whether she liked it or not.

Little did he know, the agile and bleeding cat had headed upwards and now, was running across the valley, away from that horrid place.

SO? How did you like it? I love this chapter so much... because I got to write in the POV of a cat... :) Mega fan of Warrior Cats, the novel by Erin Hunter! :D Poor Puss... her tail got cut off by Murrey. Okay, so now, Murrey's identity has been revealed! Maybe you know it, maybe not... so anyway! I call humans "Takers" in this story because (NO OFFENSE) we take from nature and the animals know about our acts, and therefore call us Takers. Science Freak here! Get lost before I blow you with my inventions!

GIMME A REVIEW. OR ELSE... I'LL BLAST YOU OFF INTO FORGET ME NOT VALLEY AND MAKE MURREY YOUR NEMESIS. _ Just kidding, as usual. ( Wow. Loads of crap in this chapter.)