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Fly- Ch. 10Chapter Ten
"Scared stiff I see." The she-cat laughed, her voice sharp, yet fluid at the same time. "Don't worry, it won't last more than a few seconds." The she-cat progressed toward Crowe, an evil grin on her face. The black tom knew he was going to die.
No, his mind screamed. Not yet; not now.
He forced himself forward. The she-cat seemed surprised when the black tom moved, and even more so when he came charging toward her and butted her in the shoulder with his head. He ran to Raine unchallenged and stood by her side. She blinked her blue eyes, took a deep breath, and seemed to break out of her paralysis.
The she-cat had recovered from her shock and was slowly walking toward them, her fur fluffing up as she moved. "You fool!" she hissed. "I was generously going to kill you quickly and painlessly! But now you will die slowly with her!"
The other silver cats began closing in one them. They all had venomous eyes and unsheathed claws, and were looking somewhat eager to rip into their k
Fly- Ch. 9Chapter Nine
Crowe fell asleep, lulled by the warm breezes of the sea, feeling like he was surrounded by stars and sky. It was the middle of the night when he woke up, realizing that he was still on the deck. Raine was gone; Crowe decided to go find her, the cool night air making his senses alert once more.
After knocking on her door and finding it empty, he decided to check on the Skydeck. And there she was, leaning into the wind, her eyes closed. She wasn't physically flying, but it was obvious her mind and her spirit was; and being in the mind set was more important than actually doing it, or so it seemed.
Crowe wondered if he could 'fly' the same way Raine was. He carefully stepped forward so as not to disturb her and stood beside the she-cat; he closed his eyes and leaned into the wind. He drank in the cool, sweet air and focused on every fur being tugged on in the wind. He began to feel light and full of sky. The sensitive tips of his whiskers began to grow cold, but
Fly- Ch. 8Chapter Eight
Crowe balanced himself on Raine's back. The she-cat wearily began pumping her wings up and down, up and down, still tired from the last attempt. Sand and dust began to rise into the air, and the black tom had to squint his eyes to see.
Raine jumped. Even before she had her hind paws off the ground, she began to force her wings to the ground. They were thrown high into the air, and Crowe silently prayed that they wouldn't fall.
And suddenly, they were flying.
Crowe opened his eyes wide. The water reflected the soft gray dusk, prickled by pink and scarlet and violet stars. Everything was sky. Crowe looked at Raine. She had a weird look on her face, her eyes distant, and yet, calm, and trance-like. She hardly had to work to keep them both on the air; they rose on the warm currents that rolled from the sea.
The black tom didn't know how she was flying without paying attention until he tipped his head back and breathed in the warm air blowing into his face.
Then he knew.
Fly- Ch. 7Chapter Seven
'Hawk's Place' turned out to be a small stone building at the end of an alley. It seemed to be somewhat lopsided, like a soggy cardboard box after a rain. The rusty owner of the house had a bit of a hard time pushing the door open, but finally achieved it.
The inside was kept lit by many candles scattered about the main room. They had no holder and were allowed to melt and drip all over the table, windowsill, and wherever else they were. There were shelves on the walls with food placed clumsily over them, as if Rust had better things to do and couldn't bother with such petty things as food placement. There was some comfortable looking furniture, and a ladder leading into the ceiling.
"Welcome to my home." the rusty tom meowed as he swept his paw before himself. "It's not much, but it's something. Make yourself comfortable, there's blankets in the loft."
The two young cats scrabbled up the ladder to the loft. It was pretty empty except for a chest, and had a bit of a porch
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