Huey Duck, a thirteen-year-old duckling stirred as he felt a light hit his face. As he sat up, he rubbed the sleepiness away from his eyes. He looked around at the same worn-down room he always had. Sighing, he gotten off and head to the drawer a red towel that matched his night clothes. He then took of his night clothes, leaving nothing bad lonely face behind and put them on his bed. There, he headed to the only working thing in the building, the kitchen sink.

Once there, he set the towel on the floor before climbing up the counter, turning the water on. The teen stopped a bit, muscles stiffen, feeling a little uneasy, expecting someone to see him, but no one would. After getting rid of the unwanted feeling, he then loosened his body and shifted to his Siamese cat form before falling into the pit. He then put his body under the gushing water, washing the dirt off the best that he could. After a bit he relaxed himself, enough to let out a purr. As much he could have given himself a tongue bath, he didn't feel like tasting dirt and coughing up a hair ball later. Besides, he really like it this way. He never was afraid of the water like some other cats were.

After he finished, he gotten out and shake off the water, before making his way to the floor again. He changed back to his duck person form and dried what's left of the water with the towel. At that moment, he heard his stomach growl. He sighed again. Time get breakfast. The teenager ran off to the broken-down bathroom and hung the towel on the shower rack. He then made his way out of the orphanage. Heading out to the forest in his cat form, he looked for his breakfast.

About twenty minutes later his fangs into a big rat's neck, killing it. Satisfied by his catch, he took the rat back home.

There, he went back to his duckling form and set a fire in a pit that he made a while ago. He then gotten a stick that he found lying around and jabbed it into the rat's stomach. Setting the stick down, putting the rodent end into the fire, he waited with excitement.

When the rat finished, he took it out. The ducking ate it with glee. Things always taste better cooked. As soon as the last bit of scrap had been picked off, he heard something moved as well as two scents sprang up one of a rabbit and the other was unknown. Peering to his side he saw what appeared to a cheetah cub in the grass a distance away having their face to the ground. His eyes widen. Just what was a cheetah doing out here?! Creeping back slowly, but as soon as the big cat's ear's twitched panic took over, he dashed into the orphanage. Not caring he can't see, he tried to make a turn, however he felt a paw pinning him to the ground. His heart raced, pounding like a loud drum and his breathing became rapid. He closed his eyes shut, letting a tear leak out, waiting to meet the same fate as the rat he just ate.

However, nothing, happened. The teen felt the paw let go of him. Shocked, he remained still for a bit before making a break for it. He soon hit his head on something most likely a wall. Shaking off the stung feeling he tired running on the side for a bit until he the footsteps disappeared. Curiosity getting the better of him, he reverted back to his duckling form then he looked over to see the spotted cat was out of sight. He knew that the cheetah was still in here, he could smell the strange scent. He stood up and head to the side entrance that lead to the hallway. There, someone's voice popped up "Also there might be something wrong with your cat."

Just what the heck was going? He peaked over to see someone walking down the hall. The teenager rush towards the stranger, but as soon as the guy stopped and was about to turn, he quickly went to his feline form. He remained still, hopping the intruder would think that he's just a normal cat. However, he started to smell that the stranger had the same off smell as the cheetah.

"What the heck are you?" The stranger spoke.

Did he see through his disguise? Did the guy know that he's not a normal person? Is he going to sick his cheetah cub on him?

"Agh, I 'm not going to hurt you. I just want answers..." The guy stopped as a growling sound popped up. "And maybe some food."

He sighed. Kind of feeling sorry for the stranger he responded. "Who are you? Why did you come here? Is your cheetah still here?"

"Uh, I 'm Dewford Duck, but I go by Dewey. I came here because I was looking for my family."

"Huh?"

"You see when I heard that my parents left me at the orphanage, I was living at I decided to go on an adventure and search for them and the place was getting too crowded."

"I see you ran away to find what happen to your parents. Wait, you were living in the woods this entire time."

"Yep. As the cheetah you saw."

"What?"

"Look, sorry I didn't mean to scare you, I just needed to talk to someone and I 've been told I can be impulsive."

"It's okay. I didn't expect you to be the cheetah."

"So, we're cool?"

"Yeah."

"Good. Say, why haven't you turn back into your duck- I think it was a duck?"

"It's a duckling. I 'm thirteen."

"Really? Me too."

"Wow." That was a shock. This kid not only have the same last name as him but also the same age and the same form too. "I haven't reverted back because I would be... Naked."

"It's cool. How about you go get some clothes on and I'll meet you back here?"

He sighed. "I can't see in the dark when I 'm like this. Siamese cats have worse eyesight in the dark then ducks."

"Oh, so you can't see me not wearing any clothes?"

"No. it's all black."

"Okay, how about we show ourselves to each other? I won't judge, if you don't."

He thought for a moment. With no other better options and the kid seeming to be nice, he replied "Okay."

The teen then went back to his duck form. There he saw the stranger wearing nothing but shocked expression and looking like almost a mirrored version of him only his bangs stook straight up in kind of a mohawk. His eyes also widen, yet his mouth gaped. "OH MY GOD!" he blurted.