Sylvester had lived in an oak woods for years now. snakes, rats and spiders covered the territory, he had been used to all this by now. But another cat had entered the forest suddenly! Saving Sylvester from being trapped. But a few days after this s...
The roses brushed along each other as the breeze blew through the grassy field, surrounded by tall oak trees, their branches twisted around as they seemed to go on forever. A singular rock sat crusted into the center of the field. A black tom groomed himself upon the rock, the cool spring breeze calmingly moving past him. He looked up from his washing, the big oak's leaves swished back and forth, the wolf spider's webs woven between branches shone in the sunlight. He felt as if his territory was invaded somehow, he scanned the field. His claws unsheathing as he became cautious. He only spotted large strands of grass being pushed down, then moving back upward. He assumed it was a snake, this was normal. A few snakes would try and nip at him in the afternoon, usually death adders. It would seem dangerous because death adders could kill its prey within fifteen seconds, but he'd dealt with them many times. The orange reptile slithered closer, its shimmering fire colored scales glimmered underneath the sun, its black eyes glared at the black tom.
The leaves of Autumn loudly shaking from the strong wind distracted him from the deadly adder, he turned his head for one moment and the orange reptile threw itself at the black tom, unsheathing its abnormally sharp teeth that looked like thorns, it widened it's jaw as its body flailed wildly, aiming right for his neck.
The tom screamed, trying to whack the death adder away, he missed horribly. His screams of pain became louder as the orange reptile sunk its long, sharp teeth into his shoulder, missing his neck. He shook the adder off, trying to claw at it, but it slithered away, unsuccessful to kill him. He kept his stance upon the smooth rock that heated his slick black fur, he watched as the blood drained from his shoulder, it was too weak to move as he began wobbling off the rock to hurry from the snake's area, he trudged into the thick woods, forgetting the sudden slope just before a few meters as he slipped over the aftermath of rain from the night before, the mud seeped into his fur and he began sliding down the hill, into a ditch. He bashed his chin on hard ground, he looked up to be fully aware of his surroundings. The ditch was covered in mud, only a few rocks sticking out of the ground that began up the other side.
His head ached , he hadn't been this dumbfounded in years.
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( Sylvester ^ )
CHAPTER ONE
The black tom tried to endure the pain in his shoulder as he pounced upward toward the top of the ditch only for his weak arm to fail him as he slipped again, sliding to the bottom of the ditch again. His black fur began to soak in the mud.
"Help!" He yelled, his British accent roaring out. He knew no one was in the forest, but it was worth a try because maybe someone was in the thickness of the forest, hiding from him. He leapt upward again, grasping onto a rock, unsheathing his claws that dug into the stone to keep a good grip as he yelled out. "Anyone! Please!"
No one responded, only the wind rushing down into the ditch. His arm felt as if it was going to fall off, he yelled out in pain as he couldn't hold onto the stone much longer, he began falling, yelling. Yelling as loud as he could, he didn't want to be stuck down there forever, he didn't want to die in a ditch. His arm gave out, the stone began to crack as his claws held on longer. As his arm gave out, he tried using more muscle to hold on, his shoulder began pushing out blood. He yelped, falling as he shut his eyes.
Suddenly something sharp grabbed his paw as he felt his body give weight. The tom looked up, his eyes widened with shock.
Another cat had heard his cries for help! Another tom, who was gray with a thick black stripe making its way down his face. The stranger had caught him as he was falling.
"You're heavy!" Said the stranger, pulling the black tom out of the ditch.
The black tom was surprised that another cat had been living in the forest, he flopped down onto the grass, breathing heavily with exhaustion. he got himself to look up at the tom who saved him.
Shimmering green eyes, a pelt of gray, a big black stripe going from his nose to his tail, and black paws.
