Post by Frost on Dec 13, 2007 23:56:41 GMT -5
Littlestar padded through the dense forest. His pelt brushing against the thorns, he was near the edge of the forest. He could smell twolegs, but he also smelled metal. Just like the metal that was used in the fox traps.
He silently crept forward, afraid that he would step in one of those deadly traps.
Something large scuffled up ahead in the woods. Littlestar looked up to see what it was, but didn't see anything. Then he saw a twoleg step aside from a tree.
The twoleg was dressed in warm clothes and a fleece hat. He had a large, shiny barrel pointed down at Littlestar. Littlestar had no idea what the barrel thing was or what it could do.
Being larger and more wolf-like than any of the other cats, the twoleg thought Littlestar was a wolf. He wrapped his index finger around the trigger, and took carefull aim.
Littlestar didn't move, he sensed the twoleg tense up and decided to run from it. Just as he leaped up, he heard a loud crack. Almost as if the something was parting the air because it was in its way.
Littlestar collapsed to the ground, blood coming out rapidly from a fresh wound in his shoulder. The last thing he saw before seeing sparkly cats, was the twoleg leaning over him.
"Darned wolf." The twoleg muttered, he picked Littlestar up and thrust him into an old rusty cage. He threw the cage into the belly of a monster, and gunned up the engine. He drove off in the monster, with Littlestar in the back.
He silently crept forward, afraid that he would step in one of those deadly traps.
Something large scuffled up ahead in the woods. Littlestar looked up to see what it was, but didn't see anything. Then he saw a twoleg step aside from a tree.
The twoleg was dressed in warm clothes and a fleece hat. He had a large, shiny barrel pointed down at Littlestar. Littlestar had no idea what the barrel thing was or what it could do.
Being larger and more wolf-like than any of the other cats, the twoleg thought Littlestar was a wolf. He wrapped his index finger around the trigger, and took carefull aim.
Littlestar didn't move, he sensed the twoleg tense up and decided to run from it. Just as he leaped up, he heard a loud crack. Almost as if the something was parting the air because it was in its way.
Littlestar collapsed to the ground, blood coming out rapidly from a fresh wound in his shoulder. The last thing he saw before seeing sparkly cats, was the twoleg leaning over him.
"Darned wolf." The twoleg muttered, he picked Littlestar up and thrust him into an old rusty cage. He threw the cage into the belly of a monster, and gunned up the engine. He drove off in the monster, with Littlestar in the back.
