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(This is a repost as the first didn’t go through)

Gonna attempt my third tale… Thanks for the support President Loki!

Chapter 2: Beginning, or the end?

There we were, Whiplash and Shira, two Kitty-Cats playing along the shoreline, heading towards our pack.

We could just about see them- our pack, I mean- and we were slowly strolling towards them. I enjoyed Shira’s company, and I think she enjoyed mine. We crossed the shallows of the lake to where our pride was positioned, and we stayed just to the edge of them by some bushes. We knew that our siblings and parents would want to chat, so… We kinda stayed out of sight for a little while. We accepted that it would seem odd if someone found us here and the longer we stayed the more likely we were to be found, so we emerged from the bushes, expecting us to swarmed by our siblings, but- nothing. There was nothing. No one. I sniffed the ground and Shira pricked the feather-like ears on her head. She stopped and listened. I was sniffing with my head close to the ground, but I couldn’t help myself- I gazed at her through the corner of my eye, and I was stunned by her serenity, how she moved as softly and flowing like the fish in the lake but as quick and sharp as the Talons of enormous birds of prey that inhabit the mountains. It was only the scent of my family that snapped me out of it. “They’re close,” I stated. I had the scent.

I tracked them through the bush. Shira followed close, but unlike the other Shadowmanes who had found or ‘officially stated’ their union she couldn’t cloak others, like how I couldn’t roar to call and rally my family and pack. So, we crawled, uncloaked, tracking our families through the bushes. We got to a small pile of rocks that looked like they were… Stacked there? I sniffed about it. The scent was strong. I pawed my way through but before I could fully excavate it a flash of purple and a sharp, strong claw pinned me to the ground as I received a warning roar, the sharp, serrated teeth of my own mother baring down on me. Mum saw it was me, relaxed and panicked. “Where were you!? Are you hurt? Did they get you? Oh come inside the both of you!” She bombarded us with commands and questions faster than those speeding bipedal shrub shewers. She cloaked us and took us into the cave they were hiding in, and covered the entrance. We asked what was happened, and there were mutters of 2-legged fire-shooting… monkeys? I said I was going back outside but Shira was told to stay. She whimpered but I told her I’d be back. I came out- I was next to the shadow-lizard cave, where I heard shouts and fire. They weren’t lying- there were monkeys that spat fire from their arms, and wore pieces of plants I’d never seen before! They clutched an egg, purple and black, and heavy, in their arms as they ran, but the pursuing lizards from the cave were pushed back by an almighty burst of flame- It came from a dragon that had one of the monkeys seated in the ridges of its back and they flew off but not before they took a glance at me and the other males of the pack- and you could see the glisten in their eyes, the malice and evil of what they were going to do. To do to us. But, if that dragon trusted them… What if it wasn’t evil? If they had calmed a beast like that and earned its trust… But what could not be calmed was the insatiable fury and wrath of those lizards. One snapped a tree in half just to throw it in the direction of the escapees, and Shira came up behind me.

“Whiplash?”

-Hope you enjoyed! My third tale: When I find inspiration for the next, look out for it here

-Nightfall

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