“Duck!Roll! Swipe! No, Swipe!” Fox yowled.
“I’m trying! Your working my butt off today!” Meowed a small tabby cat.
“Well, you need to start shaping up! You’ll never be able to defend yourself from- ”
“If he tries to do anything, I’ll shred his ears!”
“You can barely land a blow on me!”
“Oh Yeah? Let’s see about that!” The small cat hurled himself at Fox.
The summer grass was dry and musky. The air tasted dingy. The boulder they scuffled on scraped their pads. The mountains surrounding the forest towered angrily in the heat. The two cat’s tussled, rolling around in the dirt. Finally, Fox was able to shove the small cat back into a bush.
“That’s enough, Vole! You seem to have forgotten who is boss around here!” Fox glowered over him as he spoke. He reached out, quick as a viper, and slashed Vole from the ear down to his jaw. Vole screeched in pain and he stumbled blindly back towards the edge of the boulder. Fox staired on, watching with cold amusement in his eyes. The edge of the boulder was coming closer now. Vole yowled angrily as he tripped on loose stones. He finally gave up, slumping to the ground. Fox watched as Vole struggled to get up. He turned and walked briskly away, not even a second glance at the sad sight behind him.
Blaze clawed his way up the tree trunk, trying to get a height advantage. The sound was coming closer. It sounded more like blundering badgers than cats. But Blaze knew it was cats. The smell was stronger, and it had a funny tange to it. The smoky gray cat slid up the branches, ducking under a large maple leaf. He crouched. He staired. He tried to not make any noise. Two cats appeared from under a holly bush. One was a long sleek white tom, and the other was a small tabby with a long gash on the side of his face. He pressed himself closer to the tree branch, hoping the smell would cover his.
The toms stopped. They took one glance at each other started clawing their way up the tree. Blaze panicked. He stumbled backwards until he slipped. He silently wailed as his claws hooked the branch. He dangled. He finally put his head down to see if he could land on a branch beneath him. He looked down only to find two gaping mouths. Blaze shrugged sheepishly and hauled himself up back onto the branch. He didn’t waste any time bolting over the branches. The two toms were hot on his heels. He picked up the pace, dodging through the tangled branches and vines. Suddenly he stopped, He was at the end of the branch. He stepped back and taking no time to doubt himself he jumped. Blaze landed neatly on the other side. He turned with a smug grin and flew back into the dense forest.
Fox stared at where Blaze disappeared. “Gosh, is that him?” Vole asked.
“Yep,” said Fox, still staring at the place where the gray cat vanished.
“Should we warn the group?”
Fox’s answer was turning around and bounding away the opposite direction. Blaze was being hunted.
