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An Ending

Posted: March 20, 2017 in Panther, Sylvester, Tall Tales
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It happened fast. The smell hit their noses and then the dog was between them, the grey and white cat caught in its mouth, the life being shaken out of him. The dog was larger than the cats, it was covered in brown matted hair. The smell of blood and feces emanated from the dog, punctuated by the pungent smell of death and decay. No sound was uttered by the dog as it shook and crushed the cat in its mouth.

I got this one,” Sylvester boasted.

Get it away from here. Lose it in the woods and get across the river.” Panther backed away slowly his eyes never leaving the dog. No sudden movements, no sense drawing the dog’s attention.

Sylvester took a different approach. His movements were quick and sharp. He puffed his fur out to make himself a more noticeable target. He spat, he hissed, he growled as he moved away from the hill, away from Panther and the river. The act worked as Sylvester moved the dog shuffled his body to keep his eyes fixed on the black and white cat.

Come on,” Sylvester snarled at the dog. “Come on, you know you want me.” Sylvester could see Panther backing away up the hillside. The dog’s back was to the other cats, the one hanging from its mouth had stopped moving and was no longer being shaken. The dog only had eyes for Sylvester.

The dog dropped the cat from its mouth and launched itself at Sylvester. The cat leapt backward, turned his body around, and hit the ground running. He sped away from the hill, dodging among the trees and the bushes, the dog fast on his heels. He hadn’t known how fast he would need to run to outpace the dog, but it seemed like he had gotten lucky and the dog didn’t have the speed he did. He stayed ahead of the dog, just enough to keep the dog interested in the chase. His goal was to pull the dog away from the Colony before he lost it and doubled back.

Panther turned as soon as the dog bolted after Sylvester. He ran to the collection of cats at the hill. They stood in that same group, their eyes wide and their feet frozen to the ground. They lacked the survival sense of a cat. They were in danger but seemed unable to make a simple decision: flee or fight.

Run,” Panther yelled as he reached them. “Run!”

He pushed and swatted at the cats around him. They ranged in age from the very young to the very old. There were a couple of elders from the ruling class in the mix but, thankfully to Panther’s mind, there was no sign of any of the kittens he had worked with.

They’ll be more dogs,” Panther yelled in the face of one of the councillors he remembered meeting almost a week ago. His only reply was a blank eyed stare.

Three more dogs burst out from the woods at the bottom of the hill. Panther noted the identical look of these dogs to the one that had chased Sylvester. Slightly larger than him, they were all covered in shaggy, matted brown hair. Even from the top of the hill he could smell the mix of corruption and decay that seemed to cling to them.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion. The dogs snapped their teeth at each other as they fought over the corpse of the cat at their feet. The sound of their jaws slamming shut was the only sound that could be heard from the trio. In an instant the fighting stopped and the dogs were still, their eyes were fastened on the hilltop.

Follow me,” Panther instructed as he sprang toward the woods and the river. It was time to retreat before the dogs got too close. Opal, Eve and the kittens should be across the river by the time he arrived. With a little luck Sylvester would be right behind him. He would have liked to save a few more cats but at this point they were on their own. They had no sense of survival, they’d either follow him or they wouldn’t. The more that stayed behind, the easier it would be to escape.

Panther was only vaguely aware of the chaos that erupted as he broke through the tree line. The dogs raced to the top of the Colony’s hill. The cats scattered; some went underground, a handful followed Panther, a few fled in various directions, a small number attempted to stand their ground. The dogs divided; two attempted to dig into the hill while the third pursued Panther and his trailing entourage.

Panther didn’t look back as he ran for the bridge. Once he had made up his mind to run he didn’t give another thought to those he left behind. Their survival was in their own paws now, his survival was his focus at the moment. He knew he was being followed by some cats, it sounded like there might be three, maybe four. He could also hear something larger crashing through the bushes behind him. Slowing to confirm his suspicions could be dangerous so it would have to wait until he hit the river.

Panther twisted his body around as he crossed onto the riverbank. He took a quick glance across the water where he could see Eve and Opal waiting on the opposite bank with the kittens peeking out over the ridge above the river. He could see no sign of Sylvester. He had no time to consider anything as the first cat following him burst onto the riverbank.

Move,” Panther yelled at the cat as it seemed on the verge of collapsing. “Over the log. Fast! To the other side.” He berated the cat into movement and pushed him to begin the crossing just as a second cat arrived on the bank.

Come on,” Panther urged the second cat. He glanced at the first cat, it still hadn’t even reached the halfway mark across the bridge. Eve and Opal were attempting to coax the first cat across but progress was slow.

As soon as he’s across you need to cross,” Panther instructed the second cat. The cat crouched behind Panther, its breath was ragged and its eyes wide with fear.

A third cat emerged from the trees, it moved slowly and avoided putting weight on its left front paw. The cat paused to get its bearings, noticed Panther and began to stumble in the black cat’s direction. The cat shambled three steps forward when the dog burst onto the riverbank and closed its mouth over the cat’s body. The dog jerked the cat into the air. There was a sickening crack as the cat’s body broke. The remains were tossed over the dog’s shoulder as it turned its attention to the remaining cats.

Go!” Panther ordered the second cat. The first cat hadn’t finished crossing but waiting was no longer an option. He moved his body between the dog and the cat, he kept his body low to the ground and bared his teeth.

The dog adopted an aggressive stance of its own. Its legs were spread slightly to the side, its front legs pushed forward to tilt its body toward the ground. Its mouth was opened slightly, the lips pulled back from its teeth. There was blood on its lips and teeth. Despite the absence of sound it looked very much like it was snarling a threat. It opened and closed its mouth multiple times in a silent mockery of a bark.

You really can’t make noises can you?” Panther asked. There was no answer offered just more soundless snarling. Panther could hear the other cat scramble across the bridge, he could buy that cat some time to cross but there was no chance of his crossing without the dog grabbing him. He would have to fight or flee.

He dug the claws of his back paws into the ground to brace himself and launched his body at the dog. He drove his shoulder into the dog’s chest and pushed forward with all his strength and weight. The dog had a size advantage over him but it couldn’t effectively bite him while he was underneath it. He could hear the teeth gnashing at him while the dog moved backward away from him.

Panther wasn’t about to let that happen. He had already seen what these dogs could do with their jaws, staying in close was his best bet for survival. He grabbed the sides of the dog’s chest and sunk his front claws deep into its flesh. He felt lucky, he hadn’t been sure his claws could get through the dog’s matted fur. He could feel the dog twist and pull as it struggled to dislodge him. He had struck a blow, the dog was in pain and it was afraid. He needed to know the dog over so that he could use his stronger back paws.

The dog jerked back and Panther felt flesh tear off as his claws pulled free. Not a whimper was uttered by the dog as blood fell from its sides. Panther barely managed to roll away as the dog’s jaws snapped at him. The dog was faster than he had thought, Panther had barely regained his feet before he was dodging a swat from the dog’s paw. Its claws were cracked and broken, not razor sharp like Panther’s were, but there was no doubt in the cat’s mind that they would be lethal.

Panther jumped from right to left as he dodged blow after blow of the dog’s paws. The dog was relentless, paws and jaws flashed as Panther danced away from the attacks. He found himself on the defensive which didn’t work for him. Being on the defensive was the losing path, if he was going to get out of this he needed to either gain the advantage or escape. Should the dog connect with a blow he was done for.

Panther kept dodging the dog’s attacks, with each avoidance he managed to turn them just a little until the dog’s back was to the river. From this vantage point he could see that the other cats had made it across the trunk and were huddled together on the opposite bank of the river. They were safe, now it was time for him to accomplish the same.

He couldn’t just make a run for the bridge. Even if he made it, there was too good a chance that the dog would follow. There wasn’t a big enough size difference between them that would guarantee the bridge would collapse under the dog’s weight. Even if it did, dogs were good swimmers, as far as Panther was aware. Collapsing the bridge would trap Sylvester on the wrong side of the river and allow a dog onto the safe side. Above all, that could not happen, no dog could be allowed across the river.

It was time to put an end to this. He wanted to get at the dog’s throat or its underbelly. If he could get his teeth into its throat and the claws of his rear paws into its stomach he could end this. There was a good chance of it, they were evenly matched in strength all he needed was to get through those snapping teeth and smashing paws.

Panther pushed forward slashing out with his claws at the dog’s face. A scratch was all the damage that resulted but the unexpected lunge put the dog on the defensive. They went back and forth slashing at each other with neither one gaining an advantage. The effort of attacking and evading was taking a toll on both participants, both were breathing heavily.

Panther yowled in frustration as he failed once more to score a solid hit. Despite the blood drawn at the start of the melee the dog still managed to match him in battle. They seemed evenly matched and whoever managed to score a lucky hit would emerge the victor.

The dog reared back as a black and white cat landed on its back. Sylvester had arrived at the bridge moving at a quick pace. He had lost the dog that had been chasing him and raced to the agreed upon muster point. He saw the dog facing off against Panther and threw himself onto the beast’s back without even slowing. The claws of three of his paws were sunk into the dog while he used his free paw to scratch at its eyes. He tore at one of the dog’s eyes and felt the dog twist and rear in pain. Sylvester felt something hit the dog and jumped off the dog’s back just before it toppled. His back claws tore chunks out of the dog’s back.

Panther had taken advantage of the surprise attack on his opponent to throw himself bodily into the dog. His strength and weight knocked the dog onto its side. Panther’s movement continued to bring his body over top of the fallen dog. He sank his teeth into the dog’s throat and raked his back claws across its stomach. He could feel the flesh give way under his claws and smelled the blood that accompanied it. He used all his strength to pull his head back and was rewarded with the feel of the throat ripping apart in his teeth.

Sorry I was late,” Sylvester offered from Panther’s side. “They don’t give up very easily. Also, I picked up some stragglers.” He motioned with his head to four cats that had arrived on the riverbank: three adults and one kitten.

They don’t give up at all,” Panther agreed. They stood quietly as they watched the final twitching of the dog’s body. Its life fled its body and soaked into the ground. “Thanks for the assist.”

Anytime,” Sylvester answered.

Is that the queen?” Panther asked as he glanced at the four cats waiting by the river. There was the queen and one of her council, the other adult and the kitten he didn’t recognize.

Yep. She was hiding in the woods watching the dogs digging to get at the cats hiding in the tunnels. I thought she’d be better off with us.” Sylvester looked sympathetically at his charges.

We need to get them to the other side,” Panther said. “Fast. Before more dogs come. We need to push that tree into the river so they can’t follow us. At least not easily.”

You sure?” Sylvester asked. “There’s no going back for us if we do.”

I know,” Panther acknowledged, “our safety from known threats comes first. Just think of it as the start of a brand new chapter in your life.”

Sylvester nodded and turned to start the last of the cats over the river.

Previous Episodes:

  1. The Bird
  2. A Partnership Begins
  3. And Winter Makes Three
  4. Eve
  5. Panther
  6. On the Road
  7. The Colony
  8. Future Plans
  9. Best Laid Plans

It would be another two days before the Colony’s expedition would be ready to leave. They had wanted to wait for as many of the hunting parties to return as possible before setting out. The expedition was meant to be as large as possible, they wanted the physically biggest members of their community along with the most experienced trackers to make up the bulk of the troop. Captain Grey took almost fifty of the most experienced, largest, and talented of the Colony’s population to war. The column was impressive to watch march off that morning and it was easy to envision a successful endeavour.

Sylvester was no longer as certain of the endeavour’s failure as he had been that morning at the council meeting. It seemed like they took close to half of the adult cats off to the human zone.

Still think they’re going to fail?” Sylvester directed the question to Panther.

I only saw four dogs, Sylvester,” Eve answered in Panther’s place. “There could be only four or there could be four hundred. We have no way to know.”

It’s an impressive display of force,” Panther admitted.

You don’t think it’s going to be enough?” Sylvester asked.

It had better be enough,” Panther commented, “or they are going to piss off some dogs. Let’s go train.”

Opal and her charges had arrived. They had quietly watched the parade of cats leave the hill before coming to join the three outsiders. They had journeyed back to that spot at the river for the last two days. They had spent their time practising crossing the tree trunk over and over again until every cat, young or adult, could cross at ease. At the top of the ridge across they river they divided their time between training to hunt and dig out makeshift dens.

The goal, as Panther saw it, was to make the worst case scenario response into a habit. Running the practice drills improved everyone’s confidence, increased the chances of success, and allowed them to adjust the plan ahead of time to eliminate any problem areas. If the worst were to happen it would be chaos and fear, cats would panic and plans would be forgotten. The more they practised the less likely they were to get lost in the fear and the more likely they would all make it over the river.

They ran through the woods, across the bridge, and up to the ridge. They split the kittens into groups of three, each adult took a group and worked on reinforcing skills that would be needed for success; Opal dug the dens, Eve ran bridge crossing drills, Panther went hunting in the forest, Sylvester taught fishing and swimming. They exchanged groups throughout the day in order to ensure all the kittens had a chance to pick up the same skills.

The kittens were quick studies, as far as Sylvester was concerned, even after just two days it seemed unlikely that the kittens would be unable to feed themselves if they needed to. As long as they kept their heads they would be alright in the long term. There was no real way to know how any of them would react in the moment, but they should be alright afterwards. Panther was right, Sylvester admitted to himself, hunting did come naturally to cats.

He’s moved on to fighting,” Opal interrupted his thoughts. She had come down from the ridge to join Sylvester at the river.

Where are your kittens?” Sylvester asked.

They joined the melee,” Opal responded. She took a couple cautious steps into the shallow water, unlike the kittens she did not like the feel of water against her. Her eyes darted back and forth as she searched for fish. “He’s standing his ground and throwing the young ones all over. They just keep throwing themselves at him.”

He used to do that with me too,” Sylvester admitted. “He used to pretend I overpowered him and when I was on top of him, pinning him to the ground, he’d flip me over his head and reverse the situation.”

Can we go play with Panther too?” Sylvester’s kittens asked.

Sure,” Sylvester answered, “see if you can sneak up on him.” The kittens scrambled up the slope toward the ridge. “Not the quietest sneaking I’ve ever seen,” Sylvester shared as he watched their clumsy climb up the slope.

I’m sure he’ll be sufficiently surprised,” Opal responded.

He’ll be completely surprised. That’s part of his charm. Oh, look! There goes Eve’s class.” They watched another group of three kittens trip over their own feet in their haste to get up the slope and join in the fray.

They saw the others run off and all their focus was lost,” Eve explained as she joined them. “I figured it would be best to get the play out of their system. I don’t want any of them falling into the river. How’s the fishing?”

Good. All the children have filled their bellies,” Sylvester wandered to the base of the rise and stretched himself out on the warm dirt. In his mind this was the way life was meant to be lived: cats of compatible temperament helping each other out. Eating what they wanted when they wanted, sleeping when the mood suited them. Masters to themselves and slaves to no one. Free to pursue whatever caught their fancy. Cats living as cats.

If only every day could be like this,” Eve echoed his thoughts. She laid down beside Sylvester and stretched out under the sun.

I’d be happy with just a few days like this,” Opal said. “These past three days have been amazing. I had no idea things could be so much different than what we had at the Colony. The experience will be invaluable to the kittens’ lives.”

Why don’t you just come with us? You and the kittens?” Sylvester asked.

They would never allow us to leave,” Opal answered.

Don’t ask,” was Sylvester’s response. “There’d be less mouths they’d need to feed. It’s not like they don’t kick members out when they want to.”

I don’t know,” Opal whispered. Her attention was suddenly captured by something unseen in the water.

The silence exploded as Panther came flying out of the forest and rolled down the slope. The black cat rolled in a cloud of dust until he slowed and stopped on the bank of the river. Over the ridge flew a dozen miniature felines hot on Panther’s tail. The older cat was on his feet before the first of his diminutive opponents had gotten near him. Panther tirelessly swatted back each attacker, their tiny claws ripped at his fur while his large paws pushed them away. Throughout it all he kept his claws sheathed.

He stood like a mountain while these twelve balls of fur threw themselves against him. Nothing can stand against the raging storm forever, valiant though he was Panther was overwhelmed by the sheer number of opponents. He disappeared under an ocean of kittens. As the chaos of movement subsided it was replaced by a symphony of purring.

I guess twelve was too much,” Sylvester observed.

They’re getting better,” Panther popped his head out of the pile of cats.

The rest of the day was spent practising for the potential of a needed escape. They used the same approach the next day and the day after that, over and over again. Split up into groups, practice for part of the day, wrestle in the early afternoon, practice until evening, and then return to the Colony for the night.

They made an adjustment to the routine on the third day after the expedition left. Panther felt that they could ease up a little on their practice and had them switch to hunting in the late afternoon. Hunting for the Colony had all but disappeared after the cats left with the expedition. Instead of feeding their group of kittens and allowing so many to go hungry, they decided to put the kittens’ new skills to the test and had them fill in for the missing hunters. The forest across the river was rich with prey. Taking on the hunting duties in an unofficial fashion would allow them to distribute the food to the cats who most needed it, or at least that was what they hoped.

How long before they arrive at the human zone?” Opal wondered. The four adult cats were lounging at the top of the ridge. The kittens were all around them; napping, playing, hunting.

If they haven’t arrived already, it should be soon,” Eve answered. “It’s about a three day trek to the border, but we ran into the dogs when we were about one day out.”

It could still be a couple of days before we know the results,” Panther added. A couple of the kittens were curled up tight against him, sound asleep.

I hope they succeed,” Opal voiced, “with very few losses.”

If there is only four dogs they should be okay.” Sylvester tried to stick to a positive outlook. Opal, he had noticed, seemed to be sensitive about the topic and tended to get sullen when talk turned to the potential failure of the expedition. There wasn’t anything more that they could do at the moment and Sylvester saw no point in demoralizing anyone unnecessarily.

It was too nice a day to muddy it up with thoughts of failure and loss, of dead and broken cats. He wanted to relax, to enjoy the sun and the company of his friends. Their time at the Colony was going to end at some point so he needed to take every opportunity he could to build memories with these cats he might never see again.

Hey,” Panther nudged the sleeping kittens. “Time to wake up. We need to start hunting.”

Sylvester found himself awake just as the sun had begun to rise on the fifth day after the expedition set out. He was stretched out on a tree branch, on a branch below him slept Eve, while above him rested Panther. Opal and her kittens were asleep in their burrow and would join them after the sun had fully risen in the sky.

He enjoyed this point in the day. Watching the world wake itself up was a guilty pleasure, one that he did not want to share with anyone else. Not that he was truly alone, he knew Panther would be awake, he seemed to always be at least partially awake lately. It was almost as if Panther expected the dogs to show up at any, and every, minute. Even when they were out by the river Panther kept an eye, an ear, and a nostril on alert.

Sylvester took a deep breath in through his nose. The air was cool, crisp, fresh. He could smell the cats of the Colony coming from the hill. The trees, the grass, the dirt; all of it he could smell on the wind. There was something else he couldn’t put his paw on, it was faint, buried beneath the other scents.

His eyes darted around the hillside and the surrounding trees. The tree they had chosen to sleep on was positioned to allow them an unobstructed view in the direction the expedition should return from. This would also be where the dogs would come from should the worst case scenario come to pass. There was little worry about it throughout the day as they were away from the Colony the bulk of the time, it was the night where they were the most vulnerable and needed as much warning as possible.

Do you smell that?” Sylvester asked aloud.

Yeah,” Panther answered. He lay on his branch, head up and eyes alert.

They heard the rustling coming from the woods at the same time. Their response was the same; their muscles tightened, they sat straight up, their eyes widened, their noses, ears and eyes focused on the trees ahead of them. They watched and waited for a moment.

Eve,” a moment was all it took for Panther to spring into action, “get Opal and the kittens across the river.”

Eve jumped from the tree and ran toward the hill. They had gone over this, she knew where to go within the hill to find their friends. Opal and the kittens knew their role in the plan and would execute it without hesitation. Panther and Sylvester’s role was to provide time for the others to escape by creating a distraction or engaging the enemy. They would take advantage of their larger size to provide safety to the others, they would join them on the other side of the river after they had evaded any attackers.

The two males dropped down from the tree and made their way to the edge of the woods. There was a caution to their movement, Panther led the was while Sylvester followed, both cats kept their bodies close to the ground and were prepared to launch into action at a moment’s notice.

The strange odour had gotten stronger in the time it took them to approach the treeline. It was still mild compared to the other scents in the area but it had gotten stronger. An unknown smell that was getting stronger was not a good sign to either cat.

The face of a grey and white cat broke out of the bushes in front of them and collapsed. The cat’s breath was ragged, patches of fur were torn from its body and blood had soaked in blotched across its pelt. The cat struggled for breath as it painfully pulled itself forward, it seemed oblivious to the two cats before it.

What happened?” Panther questioned as both cats pressed closer to the injured newcomer.

They were everywhere,” the cat, a male, responded. “The dogs were everywhere!”

Where are the others?” Panther asked.

I think they’re dead,” he replied. “I’m the only one left. They’re behind me. I can smell them. The smell… the smell is like nothing I have ever smelt before. It’s horrible. I can still smell them.”

You,” Panther turned to a cat that had run down from the hilltop. “The expedition has failed. The Colony needs to be evacuated. The dogs are on the way.” The cat turned and ran back the way it had come. There were cats congregating at the top of the hill. There was a genuine sense of uncertainty from the hilltop group despite the inclusion of a handful of members of their ruling class.

What is that smell?” Sylvester wondered aloud as a wave of stench washed over them.

The only answer that came was the dog that burst out of the trees.

Previous Episodes:

  1. The Bird
  2. A Partnership Begins
  3. And Winter Makes Three
  4. Eve
  5. Panther
  6. On the Road
  7. The Colony
  8. Future Plans

They were escorted back into the tunnels within the hill to a large chamber. The chamber was large enough to comfortably fit a couple dozen cats in a pinch. It was used exclusively by the ruling caste, most days it was a social club for their elders. Today it was empty except for the silver tabby that had brought them to the Colony the day before. They were directed into the chamber before their escort left them alone with the silver.

The council and Her Majesty will be here momentarily,” the silver informed them, his voice surly and dismissive.

Panther nodded an acknowledgement. He prepared mentally for a quiet, uncomfortable wait. It never happened. They had barely sat down before four more cats shuffled into the chamber from an opposite entrance. The four newcomers were tabbies of varying shades of brown and orange but that wasn’t what stuck out in Panther’s mind. What stood out was that each of the newcomers were well fed, not just well fed but overweight. Their bellies were round and full and not a sign of bone could be seen on them. It seemed that at least some members of the Colony were regularly fed. Panther watched them line up against the chamber’s far wall and started quietly talking among themselves.

After a few moments of silence one more cat entered the room and moved to sit in the middle of the four tabbies. She had a pelt of white, brown, and orange fur, short in length. Her nose was short, she looked like her face had been squished in. Her eyes were a bright shade of blue. When she sat down she looked like a furred beach ball, her excess weight even more pronounced than the others. All talk ceased the moment she entered the chamber.

We wish to thank you for bringing the news of our missing hunters,” she began. Between each word she would pause to worry over one of her feet. “It has answered some questions we possessed while opening up others. To provide some of those answers we will be sending Captain Grey,” she indicated the silver tabby, “to seek out those dogs and eliminate the threat to our people.”

She looked up from her paw and surveyed the cats in front of her. She took a few extra moments to assess both Sylvester and Panther before she returned to slowly licking at her paw.

We invite you to join our brave troops on this most noble of quests,” she continued.

Do you think that’s a wise course, your highness?” Panther asked. “If you fail the dogs could track it back here and put all your people in jeopardy.”

You cowards,” Captain Grey spat into the room.

Anytime you’d like to test my courage,” Sylvester threatened the silver cat.

Sylvester,” Panther cautioned, his voice calm.

Captain,” the female cat spoke, “calm yourself. These are our guests, and our friends. They deserve our respect.”

Yes, my queen,” the silver cat bowed toward her.

We have considered the possibility,” the queen addressed Panther. “We have decided that the risk the dogs present is too great to ignore. We wish to be proactive in this matter. The Captain will lead his troops to destroy the dogs and end the threat.”

And if he fails?” Panther asked.

I won’t fail,” Captain Grey responded.

Failure is not an option,” the queen added. “Join in or not. The choice is yours.”

We respectively decline, your majesty.”

Very well,” she replied, “this audience is over.” She shrugged herself out of the chamber with the four councillors close on her heals.

Captain Grey moved forward, puffed out his chest, and pushed his face toward Sylvester. “When I get back,” he snarled, “we’ll finish this.” He held Sylvester’s eyes for a moment then turned his eyes on Panther and bared his teeth. He stalked out of the room.

We should leave before he returns,” Eve suggested.

I’m not afraid of him,” Sylvester stated.

I doubt he’ll come back,” Panther predicted.

That afternoon found them relaxing on the top of the Colony’s hill. Early that afternoon a hunting party had returned. Up until that point they hadn’t seen any sign of hunters, the bounty of mice brought back was poor at best and had Panther wondering if any of it would make its way beyond the ruling caste, a group Panther had learned was significantly larger in number than the five cats he had seen. Food was already in short supply, once they sent the force of cats out toward the human zone there would be even fewer hunters to bring back food. They would be better off sending cats out to hunt than to fight dogs, but their minds seemed steadfast in their decision.

What’s our plan?” Sylvester asked. He lay flat on his stomach enjoying the warmth of the afternoon sun on his back.

I am concerned by the direction things are heading,” Panther said. “I think I want to see where things stand when they leave.”

You’re worried about food,” Eve declared. “So am I. Things are worse than I remember them being before I left.”

And it’s going to get worse before it gets better,” Panther offered. He was a little surprised as he watched a small group of cats exit from the hill. He felt himself smile as he recognized the troupe of kittens he had met the night before. He added, “Let’s see if we can change it for the better in the next generation.”

The kittens noticed him immediately and bounded across the hilltop before their matron even exited the Colony. There were a dozen voices raised in excitement as they approached the three adults. They lined up as orderly as their excitement allowed.

Are you going to teach us to hunt today, sir?” the small grey female asked.

If it’s alright with your matron,” Panther replied. He nodded to their chaperone as she came up behind the row of kittens.

I think that would be a most wonderful way to spend the afternoon,” the white, orange, and black cat answered to a rousing round of cheers from the kittens.

Excellent,” Panther exclaimed. “Follow me. Everybody try to keep up.” Panther took off at a slow jog with a trail of a dozen kittens behind him. Their matron kept pace alongside the line of kittens with Sylvester and Eve bringing up the rear.

He guided the group away from the human zone. Panther had had the thought that in addition to some hunting he would also prepare an escape plan. He had huge misgivings over the Colony’s plan and felt having a plan for the non-combatants to get away, to survive, should things go wrong was worth a bit of effort. If the dogs came to the Colony it would be nice if there were some survivors. The current plan didn’t account for that possibility, in its current form the dogs would devastate the Colony and the cats would be no more.

Panther could hear the sound of rushing water ahead of them. They had been jogging for about twenty minutes and the kittens had managed to keep pace, much to Panther’s surprise and delight. He was sure they must be getting tired but there were no complaints to be heard. They would rest when they arrived at the flowing water, it would give him a chance to develop a more definite escape plan.

He broke out of the tree line and stopped in front of a river. He had seen a number of different brooks and creeks in his lifetime but nothing came close to the size and raw power of this river. There were calm, shallow waters along the side of the river, the further toward the centre of the river you got the deeper and faster the water flowed.

He heard a collective gasp from behind him as the kittens arrived on the shore. The kittens had lined up on either side of him. They sat or stood looking over the majesty of the sight in front of them. None of the cats, kitten or adult, had seen anything like a river before.

Did you know this was here?” Panther asked as Eve arrived behind him.

No,” Eve answered, the awe on her voice evident. “I have never heard anything about this…” She trailed off, she had no word for what she was seeing.

It’s a river,” Panther filled in the blank, “I think. I’ve never seen one before, but it’s similar to the descriptions I have heard.”

The kittens had started to explore the area and their matron had her paws full as she tried to monitor her charges. They had wondered in every direction, some explored among the trees, some examined the loose dirt between the river and tree line, and some were fascinated by the water and its movement. There was an excitement and a sense of wonder that emanated from them. Panther watched amused as these kittens experienced a piece of the wild that they had never been allowed to see before.

I wonder if there’s any fish,” Sylvester said as he started toward the riverside.

She must really like you,” Eve stated as she sat down beside Panther.

Why do you say that?” Panther asked.

She’s allowed you to take the kittens away from the Colony,” Eve answered. “Most kittens might visit another burrow but none ever leave the hilltop, until now. She is letting them run wild, watching them but not forcing any organized play. No kittens are given this much freedom. Opal is trying to impress you.”

Panther glanced sideways at Eve and grunted. None of that mattered. He was not going to be allowed to stay at the Colony long enough for anything to develop from it. All he could do was pass on some skills and hope these cats could survive the hard times that were coming. Cats were going to die even if the upcoming expedition was successful. New hunters would be needed to prevent mass starvation among the Colony.

They watched the activity around them. Cats played together; wrestling in the dirt, chasing each other through the trees. A couple of the young cats were indulging their instincts as they hunted insects among the grass and dirt. Most of the kittens had circled a shallow pond and were observing Sylvester as he displayed techniques for fishing.

What’s that?” Eve wondered. Sylvester had just flipped a small fish out of the water to fall among the kittens. A riot of pouncing and swatting erupted among his audience and drew in the rest of the kittens. Curiosity, the feline curse, drew Opal and Eve to investigate the wriggling object. It wasn’t long before they were all clamouring to join Sylvester in the water and the tuxedo cat was showing each one how to catch one of his favourite foods.

Panther left Sylvester to continue the fishing lessons. It seemed unlikely that they had ever experienced fish before. Something new in their bellies would do them well. They seemed to be taking to it, at least half of them had already caught and were working on devouring their first fish.

The ground on the far side of the river rose sharply. The rise looked climbable from Panther’s viewpoint. At the top of the slope was a ridge that was home to a forest far thicker than the woods behind him. The forest, Panther knew, would be home to a variety of prey species and a small community of cats could live quite comfortably within it.

What are you thinking?” Sylvester dropped a small fish at Panther’s feet. He turned back to survey his work. A dozen kittens and two adult cats quietly ate their catch. Sylvester sat with his chest puffed out while Panther gulped down the fish.

That there is probably enough food in that forest up there that we could spend the rest of our lives there and never go hungry. All of us.” Panther indicated a fallen tree that spanned the river. “If that will hold our weight, it might provide us a potential avenue of escape.”

It wasn’t a very wide trunk that crossed over the river, it was barely wide enough to accommodate a cat’s paws. It would be easy enough for a cat to use it as a bridge providing it could support the weight. The trunk cleared the top of the water by a few inches but a fall in the river would catch a cat in a current it might not escape from.

I’m a stronger swimmer than you,” Sylvester boasted. “I’ll cross it.”

Panther shrugged. They were both strong swimmers but Sylvester enjoyed being in the water more than Panther did. Panther was fine with Sylvester risking a dunk in the river rather than him.

Just be careful,” Panther warned, “the current looks pretty swift. It might be difficult to swim out of.”

He watched Sylvester jog over to the fallen tree. The younger cat didn’t hesitate before he jumped onto the log and raced across the river. The young tuxedo jumped down onto the shore and bounded up to the ridge. He turned back to look over the river and smiled. Sylvester raced down the slope and bounded across the makeshift bridge, there was some bounce to the log but it seemed capable of holding an adult cat’s weight.

It’s a perfect bridge,” Sylvester excitedly exclaimed as he ran up to Panther.

Do you think the kittens could make it across?” Panther asked.

These guys?” Sylvester glanced at the small felines all around them, “Easily.”

Good. We have a plan. Everyone,” Panther turned his attention to all the cats. He waited until they had all turned to face him.

Can all of you remember this place?” There was a unanimous positive response.

Could you find your way here?” Answered with another positive response.

Excellent. If anything happens we’ll all run here. Okay?” A rousing positive response was the reply.

Alright. It’s getting late, let’s get you home.”

Previous Episodes:

  1. The Bird
  2. A Partnership Begins
  3. And Winter Makes Three
  4. Eve
  5. Panther
  6. On the Road
  7. The Colony

The Colony

Posted: February 27, 2017 in Panther, Sylvester, Tall Tales
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The silver cat followed through with his offer. It was not the most pleasant experience that Panther had ever had, they marched at a brisk pace for close to a day before they arrived at the Colony. That final part of the journey had started off poorly and never improved.

What a jerk,” Sylvester offered in a whisper to his two companions. The silver cat had left them by the tree while he went to gather his two missing subordinates. It was obvious to all of them that Sylvester was frustrated but at least he showed the presence of mind to be circumspect about it.

Panther nodded his agreement. He turned to Eve, “Do you know him?”

No,” Eve shook her head. Her eyes were wide and she had pushed her body as close to the ground as she could. There was a slight tremble in her voice as she added, “but he’s a captain in the guard.”

So he knows how to fight,” Panther mused. “But the other two are green. Moved from different duties, perhaps?”

Maybe,” Eve answered. “They’re young enough that they could be fresh from training.”

They watched the silver cat as he collected the two skittish cats together. They were too far away from them to make out what was being said but the body language spoke volumes. The two younger cats cowered as the silver cat paced angrily in front of them. Back and forth he stalked, he stopped after each circuit to cuff whichever cat he had stopped in front of. Even from the distance he was from the cats, Panther could tell the hits were substantial. The silver handed out six hits to each cat before turning to Panther.

Let’s go.” was all he said before he turned and marched away.

Panther, Sylvester and Eve fell into step behind the silver cat. The two other cats brought up the rear. They kept to this walking order throughout the entire silent march to their destination.

Upon their arrival at the Colony they were escorted into the labyrinth of underground rooms and corridors. They were ushered through large corridors of firmly packed dirt and into a small antechamber. They had been instructed to wait and then their three escorts disappeared deeper into the tunnels. The small chamber they were left in was dimly lit and had just enough room for one of them to walk around at a time.

We dig small holes straight down to let a bit of light in,” Eve mentioned. Panther sat beside her while Sylvester paced back and forth in front of them. “The burrows are not that far from the surface. When the Colony was first founded they made the light holes too wide and the burrows would flood during rainstorms. We now make them no wider than a paw, you get a little bit of light and it stays relatively dry.”

That seems like a smart way to do it,” Panther admitted. He was grateful for the brief distraction the information brought. Anything that took his mind off his current situation was a blessing. He had never liked enclosed spaces, his preference had always been for the wide open spaces. Being underground with no sign of the sky was uncomfortable. What if they were attacked? How would they escape? All he could see were dirt walls, the smell of cat was so strong in the tunnels that he wasn’t sure you’d be able to discern any other scent. In this underground world they were blind in every sense. He preferred to sleep in a tree than this far underground.

If it flooded,” Panther mused, “there would probably be a lot of cats trapped under water. A lot of drowning, a huge loss of life.”

Eve nodded, “That’s what happened so long ago.”

Has there ever been an attack?” Panther asked. “Underground, I mean.”

Eve thought for a moment. “Not that they ever mentioned in the histories,” Eve answered.

Eve,” a voice came from the corridor, “the council will see you now. Just Eve,” the voice added as Panther started to rise. “You two are to remain here.”

Panther lay back down and watched as Eve was escorted down the corridor. Within moments she had disappeared into the darkness of the burrows.

How long will she be gone?” Sylvester wondered. His pacing had only stopped for a brief moment while Eve was called away.

There’s no way to tell,” Panther commented.

Why’d we get left here?”

Eve witnessed the event, not us,” Panther answered. “We don’t have anything to add, really.”

Sylvester paused his pacing, shrugged his shoulders, and continued to pace in silence.

Panther retreated back into his own mind. The environment felt oppressive; there were too many cats in one area that there smell was overwhelming, the shelter underground was too close that it felt like he was buried in the dirt. He could feel his body tremble from the effort he put out not to flee the dark prison. He wanted so much to be out of the tunnels and beneath the open skies, to taste the fresh air.

Excuse me, sir,” a small voice interrupted his worries. Sylvester stopped his pacing and both cats stared out into the corridor where the voice had come from. Staring at them from the corridor was a line of a dozen miniature felines under the careful watch of a larger cat who waited further down the tunnel. The kittens came in a variety of colours and ranged in age between two and three months. Their chaperone was about Eve’s size, primarily white in colour with splotches of orange and black.

Sure,” Panther answered a small grey and brown tabby.

Are you a feral?” the kitten asked.

No,” Panther answered, “I am not.”

Are you going to eat us?” a solid grey girl asked.

I’m not feral, so no,” Panther replied.

Are you from another burrow?” a voice popped up from the back of the group.

No. This is the first time I have ever been here. We live in the wild,” Panther answered.

How do you live in the wild?” the grey kitten again.

You spend a lot of time hunting for your food. Finding places to sleep. The usual cat things.”

I’m going to be a hunter one day,” a quiet voice offered up from within the mass of kittens.

No you won’t, Chester,” another kitten responded, “you’re too gentle.”

All cats can hunt,” Panther broke through the mass of laughter from the kittens. “Hunting is part of being a cat, it’s natural to all of us.”

Only some cats are trained to hunt,” a kitten informed Panther.

Maybe here,” Panther retorted, “but out in the wild all cats hunt. All cats learn to fight. In the wild cats learn to do anything and everything they need to survive.”

Alright kittens,” the older female interrupted, “it’s time for bed. Say thank-you and let’s leave these gentle cats alone.”

Thank-you,” the kittens chorused. The chaperone nudged the kittens to start moving down the corridor.

Can you teach me to hunt?” a small black kitten with a white star on his chest and a soft voice pushed himself forward.

Chester,” the guardian admonished as she nudged the kitten on his way.

Panther reached out and gently touched her shoulder. “I can teach all of you to hunt,” Panther offered to the group, although his eyes remained on her.

Maybe we’ll take you up on that offer, sir,” she smiled at Panther. A cheer erupted from the kittens as she herded them onward. “Come on, little ones, get a move on.”

You seem to be popular,” Eve remarked as she approached from the opposite side. She was alone as she returned.

How’d it go?” Sylvester asked as she returned.

I told them everything,” Eve replied. “No one else from my party has returned. In fact all the hunters that were sent out in the direction of the human zone have not been heard from since they left. A few have returned from the other directions, but as of this moment it is less than half of the cats that went out.”

That’s not a good sign,” Panther put in. “Every single one that went the same direction you did just vanished?”

Yes,” Eve answered. “The council would like to speak to all of us tomorrow. After that we are free to go.”

You’re not staying?” Sylvester asked with a tinge of happiness in his voice. “You’re coming with us?”

I will be,” Eve replied.

Great!” Sylvester exclaimed.

They won’t let you stay,” Panther mused aloud, “because of the scar on your face.”

And the limp,” Eve confirmed.

What?” Sylvester was confused. “I’m sorry. You’re better off with us anyway.” He gently pushed his head against her head.

Yeah,” she agreed. “I’m tired.”

I want to sleep outside,” Panther said. “Under the stars. Up in a tree.”

That sounds good,” Eve said. “I’ll show you the way out.”

Panther and company passed the night in a large tree. Panther had found it to be a rough night, he drifted in and out of sleep until the sun rose the next morning. He lay in the tree enjoying the cool morning breeze blow across his body, the breeze waged war with the ever increasing warmth of the rising sun. Below him came the muffled sound of Sylvester and Eve engaged in conversation.

The morning was quiet, the sounds of nature subdued and distant. A strong smell of cat came from the treeless hill to the east. The Colony was dug just under the surface of the hill and was home to many cats. With so many cats living so close together on the hill the smell was noticeable and kept prey animals at a distance. It would be a bit of a hike but there would be some food for the feline inhabitants to hunt.

It seemed odd to Panther that so many of the Colony’s cats were underfed. On their journey here food sources didn’t become scarce until they were about a day away. It made no sense to him to go anywhere near the human zone. Even without knowing how many cats made the Colony home it seemed unlikely that the surrounding woodlands wouldn’t have the wildlife to support it.

He felt more relaxed in the tree this morning than he did under the ground the previous night. There was comfort to being out where he could see, hear, or smell danger before it found him. It also gave him a good view of the comings and goings of the Colony, which at this point seemed to be none.

Eve,” Panther called down to the white cat, “where are the hunters and the sentries?”

I don’t know,” she replied after a moment. “The hunters should be leaving right now. The sentries should have been active throughout the night. Normally they are always active.”

Maybe that’s a hunter,” Sylvester pointed out a cat that had appeared on the hill. Panther watched as the strange cat stood up on its hind legs. It turned its head back and forth as if it was looking for something. It focused its eyes on the three cats, it dropped its front feet to the ground and began running in their direction.

Panther dropped from the tree and gracefully landed on the ground. His two companions joined him as they walked to meet the newcomer.

There you are,” the cat gasped out as he ran up to them. Like most of the Colony’s cats he was a black and brown tabby, too skinny and too distant in speech. He took a handful of deep breaths before he continued, “the council requests your presence. I am to escort you to chambers.”

Lead the way,” Panther shrugged.

Previous Episodes

  1. The Bird
  2. A Partnership Begins
  3. And Winter Makes Three
  4. Eve
  5. Panther
  6. On the Road

On the Road

Posted: February 20, 2017 in Panther, Sylvester
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It would be another week before they were able to start their journey. The wait time was spent in preparation; Eve shared with them the direction she came from, she wasn’t sure where the Colony was from their current location but Panther was sure he knew the way. They practiced fighting, planned escapes and rendezvous points should anything go wrong, and spent time learning to hunt as a group.

Sylvester had been impressed by the dedication Eve had shown to the instruction she was given on hunting. She watched, she listened, she asked pertinent questions when needed, and by the time they were ready to leave she was capable of bringing home food for them all.

How’s your leg?” Sylvester asked. It was just him and Eve at the moment. They were taking a leisurely pace as they journeyed toward the Colony. They were two days out and it was going to take at least another three days before they’d arrive on the outskirts of the territory. They were taking a less direct route as Panther wished to avoid getting too close to the human zone, the most direct route would have had them cutting directly through it. They were moving at a slower pace to conserve energy in case they needed to flee.

Panther was off on one of his solitary excursions. He had taken to disappearing multiple times throughout the day. He would return to adjust their course, share a meal and a conversation and then he’d wander off again. He’d return to curl up with them at night and be off after they broke their fast.

It feels knotted. Less pain than before but not one hundred percent yet,” she answered.

Sylvester matched Eve’s pace as they walked. She knew what her leg could handle, he just kept pace with her. They provided companionship and a sense of safety for each other.

Did you know your mother?” Eve asked him.

Yeah,” Sylvester answered. “My mother was really good with her kittens. We always had shelter, we always had food. She taught me to hunt. I think the hardest thing she ever did was let me leave. Her kittens were everything to her, I suspect she would have rather we had all stayed together.”

I didn’t know my mother,” Eve offered, “our kittens are raised by the community. We are moved to a nursery at birth and raised by experienced matrons. The new mothers are shuffled between nurseries for a few weeks before returning to their regular duties.”

These matrons teach you to hunt and fight?”

No,” Eve answered, “the matrons take care of us. They evaluate our natural tendencies so they can assign us to our duties. We get sent to our training at three months of age. We get our permanent placements when we reach one year. The only lessons we receive from the matrons is on history of the Colony and a citizen’s responsibility to the larger community.”

I was assigned to keep a burrow clean,” Eve continued, “if we hadn’t been struggling to find food I would have never left. There never would have been a need, it would never have entered my mind to have gone. I was given a quick briefing on hunting and assigned to a group. I guess the idea was that the more bodies they had out there, the more food that would be brought back.”

The conversation drifted to small talk; the weather, favourite foods. They enjoyed the fresh air, they allowed themselves to be distracted by melting snow and the sound of spring approaching. Panther returned at dusk and they enjoyed a meal together before drifting off to sleep at the base of a tree.

They were still at least a day away from their destination when they stopped to have a relaxed meal together. Prey had become more scarce as they had approached the area where the Colony was located. Panther wandered away less often and for shorter periods of time as they approached their destination.

Did you see any sign of the dogs?” Sylvester asked. Panther had been vague about his disappearances but Sylvester had given a lot of thought to it and it was the only thing that made sense, especially when you considered Panther’s obsession with the silent canines.

No,” Panther answered, “but I didn’t get too close to their territory. I was trying to determine if they had expanded their hunting zone.”

Have they?” Sylvester asked.

It’s hard to say,” Panther replied.

They rested at the foot of a tree, nestled between a pair of roots that broke through the ground’s surface. The ground was damp, the temperature was warm enough to melt the snow and warm the cats’ bodies. Panther sat with his back to the base of the tree, his eyes and ears alert for any sign of visitors. Eve lay on top of one of the roots, her front paws folded and used as a pillow under her head, her eyes were partially closed. Sylvester lay up against the other root, his head raised so he could watched Panther as they talked.

What do you think is wrong with those dogs?” Eve asked. “I mean, their silence was eerie, unnatural.”

I can only guess,” Panther began. “I’ve devoted a lot of thought to it. We can assume a large level of arrogance, a predator only fails to mask its scent if it believes that none of its prey could flee from it. It suggests some truth to the belief that dogs turned on each other, if they are still warring among themselves their primary food might be each other and their might not be any need for cleanliness.”

I guess that makes a bit of sense,” Eve admitted. “A frightening, morbid bit of sense.”

Now, if you believe the myth,” Panther continued, “these dogs are the descendants of the dogs that went insane. This behaviour could be nothing more than learned behaviour, passed down through generations but the root has no real world reason for it other than the originator survived and bred. The silent approach, and even the smell, could have increased the chance of survival. Masking their presence in a war zone could have helped their pack avoid notice and prolonged their lifespans. Or it could be any number of things that just haven’t occurred to me… yet. We just don’t have enough information available.”

We were always taught the dogs’ fall was an absolute,” Eve mentioned, “not a myth.”

We have no honest way to know,” Panther explained. “There is no one alive today who could have witnessed the events. The story has been passed down through countless generations changing a tiny bit with each retelling. At this point it’s really less fact and more colourful storytelling. Making it more of a myth than a history.”

So you don’t believe it happened?” pushed Eve.

We know something happened,” Panther answered. “Dog behaviour changed significantly. They seemed more interested in destroying each other than hunting, than even survival. The desire to cannibalize your own kind seems like it’s insanity, especially when it happens essentially overnight. This obsession seems to have been so strong that they have never expanded their territory preferring to fight over the ruins of the human zone. And that’s not even considering how we cats responded to the disappearance of man.”

Such as?” Eve asked.

As a species we still use human names for ourselves,” Panther explained. “Despite no cats alive today having ever seen a human, let alone resided with one, we still use their naming. Whether we’re part of the Colony or a solitary cat, we still insist on human names.”

The Colony is a prime example of another human influenced behaviour,” Panther continued. “Feral cats are solitary creatures, they band together almost exclusively for breeding and child rearing. Once the kittens are old enough they are left on their own. They’ll fight over territory and the survivors will get to breed and start the cycle over again. The natural state of the cat is that of the solitary hunter. Places like the Colony still cling to the lifestyle forced on our ancestors by humans; multiple cats kept together in a confined space.”

There’s security in the larger numbers, though,” Eve argued. Her head was up, alert now, and her eyes were open and focused on Panther. “You can divide duties up among the population and put the best people in the best positions. You get added safety, better productivity, and people can focus on improving a select group of skills rather than having to be able to do everything.”

Specialization isn’t always a strength,” Panther countered. “You have suffered losses among your hunters and are feeling the result. Cats are going hungry as you train new hunters to replace your losses. They’ll be an adjustment everywhere as the population is shuffled around to new jobs and you wait on the young to be trained in their fields.”

If an enemy was to get into a burrow it would be a slaughter,” Panther warned. “The confined spaces make it more difficult to flee and the bulk of your people haven’t been taught to defend themselves.”

That’s not an issue with our type of cat,” Panther said. We wild cats have to know how to fight, we have to know how to hunt, we have to be able to do everything. We become good or we die. That’s the natural way of the cat.”

Guys,” Sylvester interrupted, “we are not alone.” While his companions had been talking he had taken it upon himself to stand watch. He hadn’t moved from his resting spot he had instead relied primarily on his hearing, sense of smell, and, to a lesser degree, his eyesight.

He had heard their approach first. Multiple footsteps suggested about three animals that he estimated were about his size. The footsteps were slow, cautious. They must have heard the talking and were now attempting to sneak up on Sylvester and his friends. The strangers had gotten fairly close as Sylvester could smell the faint scent of cat. They would be from the Colony as they had a familiar scent to Eve.

I hear them,” Panther acknowledged. “I can smell them too.”

It could be a hunting party,” Eve suggested, “or a security patrol.”

Only one way to find out.” Panther sat up straighter and raised his voice, “You might as well come on out. We mean you no harm.”

Eve dropped down to the ground and sat beside Panther. It seemed like a good idea to provide a united front to Sylvester’s mind, so he quietly joined his companions. They didn’t have to wait long before three cats moved out of what little cover existed.

All three of the newcomers were smaller than Panther or Sylvester but just a bit larger than Eve. They were all skinnier than Eve had been when she had first appeared at the clearing. Two of the cats were nervous looking, the third seemed wary but had an air of confidence about him.

Why are you out here?” the third cat demanded. He was a silver haired cat whose body was broken up by dark grey stripes. He had yellow eyes that gave the impression of a cold, hard individual. His voice was a deep, threatening growl. “Which burrow are you from?”

North third, sir,” Eve stepped forward to answer. “I was sent out as part of a hunting party a few months ago, sir.”

You’ve been gone for awhile,” the silver tabby noted. “You seem well fed. How come there is no food for the rest of the Colony? The three of you could have brought a nice bounty back and filled some empty bellies. It was selfish of you to gorge while the rest went without.” His tone had become accusatory.

I didn’t…,” Eve stammered out.

Hey,” Sylvester pushed his way into the conversation. He didn’t like the silver cat’s approach. There was an arrogance to him, he was a bully and Sylvester wasn’t willing to accept any of that. He moved his body between Eve and the silver cat. “We are not one of yours.”

Immediately the other two cats took a couple of quick steps backward. Sylvester tried hard not to smile at that. The silver didn’t budge, he stood his ground and locked his cold eyes onto Sylvester’s. There was some credit to be given to this cat, Sylvester thought, he was significantly larger than the newcomer.

Sylvester… don’t,” Eve whispered. Sylvester glanced quickly at her, there was a nervousness projected from her.

Who are you?” the silver cat snarled in a dangerous manner.

Sylvester was a bit surprised by the change in tone in the other’s voice. Bravery was expected but the aggression was a shock. The size difference should have been enough to deflate the situation, it didn’t seem to phase the stranger.

Who are you?” the silver cat repeated, each word drawn out almost as a separate sentence. He narrowed his eyes and pushed his nose closer to Sylvester. He had dropped his tail and the fur along his back had risen up.

Sylvester,” Panther’s voice was soft, gentle, a stark contrast to the silver cat’s tone. “Take a few steps back. We are not hear to fight.”

Sylvester felt Panther brush lightly against him. He didn’t want to back down, it felt wrong. He was sure he could beat the silver in a fight. Even if he lost it would be better than backing down from a bully. He hesitated, he trusted Panther and Panther wanted him to step back. Reluctantly he took the requested steps back, his eyes never left the silver cat.

You can talk to me now,” Panther addressed the stranger. He had moved forward and placed himself in front of both Sylvester and Eve.

Fine,” the silver agreed, his voice still held its edge. “Who are you?”

My name is Panther. My companion is Sylvester,” he indicated Sylvester with a quick point of the chin. He nodded toward Eve, “this is Eve. She’s one of yours. We were escorting her home after nursing her injuries and restoring her to health. She has some news concerning your safety she’d like to relay.”

The silver’s eyes widened at that. He watched Panther carefully, he seemed to be considering what he had heard.

So… do you allow us to get her home,” Panther’s voice turned icy, “or do we see how many of you are left alive after we remove you from our path?”

Panther didn’t make a move, just said his piece and waited. Sylvester smiled as the silver cat took a half step backward, his certainty bruised. The other two strangers turned and bolted leaving their leader behind.

What’s the danger?” the silver asked with a softer tone to his voice.

Dogs, sir,” Eve answered quietly, “they killed the rest of my hunting party.”

Okay,” the silver responded. “I’ll take you.”

Previous Episodes

  1. The Bird
  2. A Partnership Begins
  3. And Winter Makes Three
  4. Eve
  5. Panther


Posted: February 13, 2017 in Panther, Sylvester, Tall Tales
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The weather had turned bad that night. By the time the sun rose the next morning the den was buried under thick, heavy snow. A harsh wind and a brutal drop in temperature made going outside into a short term event. With three cats in the den it stayed toasty, comfortable. The snowfall provided an illusion of safety from anything that might be hunting them but trapped them without an exit if they were discovered.

She had slept through most of the first few days they were buried in the den. Whenever she awoke she would find a mouse or two waiting for her. There was always a tunnel dug out to the surface, she only went out to go to the bathroom and even that required help as her leg was stiff and sore. There always seemed to be one of the males curled up beside her, they seemed to take turns watching over her.

She wasn’t sure how many days passed while she drifted in and out of sleep. She felt better today, more energetic and more alert. She had her legs tucked underneath her with her tail curled up alongside her body. Panther was curled up beside her, she could hear his rhythmic breathing that indicated his sleeping state. She didn’t want to wake him so she kept herself as still as she could.

Eve had a lot of thinking to do and she finally felt lucid enough to do so. She wished to take advantage of the quiet and the virtual privacy she found herself in. It could change at any moment; Sylvester could return or Panther could awaken. She wanted a chance to go over the recent events in her life before any conversations with any of her two new companions took place.

She had to sift through her feelings. There was so much fear attached to the events. Terror, actually, would be a fairer description of what she went through. It was what drove her to run until her body felt broken and she couldn’t run any longer. She had gone without sleep, food, or rest. Her only thought was to put as much distance between herself and the dogs. She fled away from the Colony, if the dogs tracked her they would be drawn away from her home. They needed to be warned but only after she could be sure she wasn’t leading the dogs straight to them.

Her endurance had given out but still she had kept moving. Slower than before, she pushed herself and refused to give in to her body’s wishes and collapse. She stayed on guard as she moved away from the scene of the massacre, her ears alert to the sound of pursuit, her nose twitching to catch their scent before they could grab her. The further away she got the more on edge she felt, sure that the attack was going to come with every new step.

When the attack did come it was almost a relief, finally the wait was over. Except that all she could smell was cat. She had escaped from the dogs and ran straight into a feral cat. There turned out to be two of them and, although the solid black one had seemed intimidating at first, they seemed to have no interest in hurting her. They had, as a matter of fact, devoted a great deal of time and effort into taking care of her.

They were not the ferals she had been fed stories of as a kitten. Sylvester, the black and white one, was the quieter of the two. He was about her age, around a year old. He seemed more energetic and yet more relaxed than the older black cat. Panther, the black cat, was more dour and more talkative. He seemed to know more than any cat she had ever met. Sylvester deferred to his judgment which made her assume he was the alpha. It was hard to judge, though, as there seemed to be a lot of give and take between the two of them.

This was not something she had ever seen in the Colony. Everybody had their place, their ranking within the social order. You had an assigned duty and that’s what you did. You respected your superiors and followed their instructions without question. The needs of the Colony superseded the egos of the individual felines.

She felt Panther stir beside her. She briefly considered pretending to be asleep but dismissed it. She had slept enough and was eager to be on her feet. In the end she rose up and matched his sitting position.

How are you feeling?” Panther asked.

Much better. Thank-you, sir,” Eve answered. After a moment she added, “the leg is still stiff and sore.”

There’s no wound on it, it’s most likely strained from all the running. It’ll get better with time,” Panther assured her. “Your fur will grow back, you’ll have a scar on your face to remember it by, but overall you survived relatively unscathed. I’ve seen what dog’s wild cousins can do to their victims, it isn’t pretty.”

Yes,” Eve whispered. Her eyes filled with tears as she remembered the unfortunate fate of the rest of her hunting party; Pacey and Spot who threw themselves in harm’s way without hesitation so she could escape, and poor Cassie who never had a chance to run before the dogs were on her. They had all been so young and inexperienced, with the exception of Pacey, none of them had been away from the Colony before. Four of them had left but only she still survived.

I’m sorry for your loss,” Panther gently used his tongue to groom the top of her head. Eve allowed herself a moment to indulge her grief before she straightened up and pulled away. Panther rubbed his chin against her chin and sat back, he watched her patiently.

Were they close to you?” He asked.

No,” Eve answered, “we were familiar to each other but we came from different burrows. The first time we met was the morning we set out. We got to know each other a bit while we journeyed together but I can’t say we were close. Just familiar.”

Panther sat silently, his gaze fixed on her. He seemed to be waiting on something but she couldn’t figure out what. She doubted he was waiting on Sylvester, she had overheard a conversation between the two of them and knew they were in agreement about having one of them on lookout for any unwanted guests. After the sharp drop in the temperature and the many days of falling snow it seemed unlikely to Eve that anyone, even those strange dogs, would still be tracking her. Panther didn’t want to take that chance and Sylvester had agreed with him.

May I ask a question, sir?” Eve asked after it had seemed that the silence was going to drag on unbroken.

Sure,” Panther answered in a distracted manner.

You’re not from the Colony, how do you know so much about it?”

I’ve encountered some hunters at times,” Panther paused before continuing, “most were unfriendly, but the occasional one could be reasoned with.”

Your exposure to my people has been negative then?” Eve pushed.

It’s been a bit of a mixed bag, honestly,” Panther replied. “A fair number were aggressive, violently so. A few have been friendly, even chatty. Most have just been wary, I leave them alone and they keep their distance. Those willing to talk shared tales of the Colony in exchange for knowledge of good hunting grounds and other survival tips.”

There was a pause as Panther seemed to get lost in his thoughts. There was something odd in his eyes as he spoke, Eve watched and waited. She watched as he started and stopped speaking numerous times as he tried to find the right words.

There was one cat who provided me with the most information,” Panther said wistfully. “A hunter named Carlyle. A massive ginger tom, or at least he seemed so at the age I was when we met. He took me under his wing and taught me everything I know. Without him I would not be alive today.”

Eve’s eyes widened in surprise.

I was little more than a ball of black fur,” Panther continued, “when my mother passed away. The entire time I knew her she was a sickly cat. I was the only kitten in her litter that had survived beyond birth and even then she couldn’t keep me properly fed. Still, I managed to survive, my eyes opened and I taught myself to walk even though I couldn’t quite find my balance naturally. My memories of my mother consist of her constant struggle to breathe and to move. Her condition meant there was little food for either of us and no training for me. No skills were passed on to me and my life just about ended when she finally passed away.”

So there I was, this little ball of fluff, alone for the first time in life. I knew nothing about being a cat, all I had were my instincts. I hadn’t even found my claws but somehow I was expected to survive. I managed to extend my life by catching bugs but calling it survival would be an exaggeration. I was destined to perish or, at best, become feral. But destiny is a fickle thing and when it changed it came in the form of an orange tabby named Carlyle.”

He wasn’t any bigger than I am now, but at the time I thought he must have been the largest cat to ever exist. In my memories he will always be,” Panther smiled. “He was this bright colour that exploded into my life. He was a grizzled old veteran, beyond his prime but still a force to be reckoned with. He shared a mouse with me that first day, his wisdom and knowledge for months afterwards. He taught me how to be a cat; how to hunt, how to fight, how to think. He taught me that it wasn’t enough to know something, you needed to understand it.”

He fed my body and saved me from death. He fed my mind and saved me from turning feral. He fed my spirit and saved my soul,” Panther added in a philosophical air.

He was from the Colony?” Eve asked.

Yes,” Panther confirmed. “He had served the colony as a hunter for many years. It was the worst assignment a cat of his temperament could have been given. He was exposed to a new and different world than that the Colony presented. He wandered further afield than most hunters and, by the time he found me, he had spent more of his life away from the Colony than in it. When he found that wild, half-staved kitten he never went back. He left a world of controlled comfort, safety, and order for one of uncertainty, chaos, and freedom. He knew he could never take me back with him; I was too wild, too imperfect for the Colony. They discarded their own kittens born with issues more minor than mine, they would never accept one who was physically less and borderline wild.”

That’s not true,” Eve interrupted.

No?” Panther asked. “How many cats in the Colony walk like I do? How many are missing limbs? Ears? Tails? How many senior cats are there?”

She thought back to her home life, he was right. There had never been a cat she could remember with any infirmities. The only seniors she could recall were member of the ruling class. No cats were missing any parts she could think of. She gave a quick shake of her head in the negative as a response.

He knew his time with the Colony was coming to an end,” the black cat continued, “his age was beginning to show; he moved slower, he slept longer. There was little respect for age in the Colony, once you could no longer be productive you were no longer of value to the Colony. It was far better to leave under your own steam than be forced out when you could no longer provide for yourself. He decided not to return to the Colony and instead he would devote his final years to helping the kitten he found become a cat.”

He left this world during the second winter after we met,” there was a bittersweet tone to Panther’s voice. “Throughout our time together we would hunt, we would fight, and we would talk. And we would talk about everything. No opinion could be held without a debate. All topics were open for discussion and were discussed. Sometimes very heatedly. It was a wonderful education for a young cat.”

Is that why you adopted me?” Sylvester’s voice came from the den’s entrance. He was lying at the opening, three dead mice at his feet, one ear tuned to the outside world. Eve hadn’t noticed his arrival she had been so caught up in Panther’s tale.

To a degree,” Panther replied thoughtfully. “I can’t think of a better way to honour his memory.”

How did he die?” Eve asked.

Quietly in his sleep. Happy. Fulfilled. Free.”

What’s it like out there?” Panther asked, changing the subject.

The snow has stopped, it feels significantly warmer,” Sylvester answered. Sylvester deftly passed a mouse to each cat.

Any sign of unwanted guests?” the black cat questioned.

Nope. No sign of any predators outside of us.”

That’s a positive,” Panther offered.

Does that mean they didn’t follow me?” Eve asked.

I would be surprised at this point,” Panther answered, “the time, the weather. It all makes it harder to follow a scent or tracks. There have been no strange odours detected so I think it’s unlikely they are around. We’ll continue to be cautious but I suspect we’re safe.”

Where do we go from here?” Sylvester asked.

That’s up to Eve,” Panther answered. “What’s your thoughts, Eve?”

I think my people need to be warned,” she answered, “before another hunting party decides the human zone is a viable option.”

I agree,” Panther agreed, “if the dogs get wind of as large a food source as the Colony they would venture out of the human zone and quickly become a danger to us all. As soon as the weather warms up enough to travel we should make for the Colony. Agreed?”

Eve watched Sylvester no in agreement before duplicating the gesture. It was settled, as soon as they could they would make for her home.

Previous Episodes

  1. The Bird
  2. A Partnership Begins
  3. And Winter Makes Three
  4. Eve


Posted: February 6, 2017 in Panther, Sylvester, Tall Tales
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She thinks we’re feral,” Panther answered. He kept his voice low, tinged with just a hint of malice. He didn’t feel it, what he felt was curiosity, but he knew it would throw her off balance. It worked, both her and Sylvester jumped at the unexpected sound of his voice. Sylvester recovered fast and stood off to the side looking slightly embarrassed. The white cat had flattened herself as close to the ground as she was able. There was a look of terror in her eyes as Panther seemed to materialize out of nowhere.

You’re from the Colony,” Panther stated. He took a close look at her while he waited for her reply. The most notable characteristic was her size, she was no more than three quarters of the size of either of the males. Her fur was of a similar length to Sylvester, neither long nor short. It was a bright, flawless white broken only by a pink nose and a pair of blue eyes. She looked as if she had seen some rough times, there were tufts of fur torn off her body and a nasty looking gash across her face. She looked as if she hadn’t eaten in a while, her body was all bone and it made Sylvester’s lean form look gluttonous.

Y-yes, sir,” she eventually managed to get out. Her voice was quiet and unsteady.

What’s your name?” Panther asked, his tone more gentle. He could feel the fear radiating from her. She was afraid of him but there was a deeper terror as well. Whatever had her scared could be a threat to all of them.

My name is Eve, sir,” she answered.

Are you hungry, Eve?” asked Panther.

Absolutely famished, sir.”

Sylvester,” Panther directed to his partner, “see if you can catch a mouse or two.” He watched as his black and white friend slipped back into the clearing. Panther knew he’d catch a good meal, a full stomach would help calm her down.

Let’s get out of the cold. The den is close by,” he nudged her gently to her feet. Along with the scratch on her face and the missing fur she also had a limp. The rear leg on her left side seemed tender and she winced every time she put weight on it. He allowed her to lean against him as they made their way to shelter.

How did you get hurt, Eve?” He asked as they entered the den. He sat politely at the side of the entrance. He watched her settle herself gingerly down on he stomach, her body shook visibly. She closed her eyes and he watched as she brought her breathing under control.

She had still not answered when Sylvester entered the den. He had two lifeless mice that dangled by their tails from his mouth. He quietly dropped his catch in front of the white cat and backed away. They watched her pink nose start twitching as she caught the scent of the proffered food. Her eyes snapped open and focused on the dinner in front of her. She hesitated at first, then dove in and devoured the rodents in silence as her two hosts watched.

Why do you think we would eat you?” Sylvester asked after she had finished eating.

She has been taught all her life,” Panther answered, “that only feral cats live outside the bounds of the Colony. They teach that without the guiding hand of the Colony, cats will revert to their animal natures.” He waited for a response from Eve, an almost imperceptible nod was given.

The irony is that there hasn’t been a true feral in this area in generations,” Panther continued. “No one alive today in the Colony has ever met a feral. They raise their kittens to fear the spectre of the feral cat, telling the old stories over and over as they mature into adulthood. By then they are so convinced that every shadow hides a feral cat waiting to eat them. Most of them are so terrified to ever leave the safety of the community.”

But she did,” Sylvester pointed out.

Yes,” Panther agreed. His yellow eyes were locked on her blue eyes. She had been watching him since she had finished cleaning her face and paws. Her breathing had calmed, her attention was fixed on his words. “You’re part of a hunting party, aren’t you?” Panther asked her directly.

Yes, sir,” came the answer. She hesitated a bit before continuing, “there were four of us who set off in search of food. We were the third group to be sent out in as many days and more were scheduled to follow. Food has been hard to come by and people have become desperate. The Queen has sent out more hunters than ever before and we’ve had to range further afield.” She stopped speaking.

You ran into a feral,” Sylvester gasped.

She shook her head no. “The only cats I ran into were you,” she whispered.

You went into the human zone,” Panther was astonished.

We were desperate!” Her breathing sped up.

You were foolish. Suicidal,” Panther responded.

Wait,” Sylvester interrupted. He was confused, lost, he felt left out of the conversation. He had never heard of this human zone. Neither his mother nor Panther had mentioned such a place. His entire exposure to anything human had been the fairy tales his mother had told her litter. Those had been happy stories, the way his companions were reacting made this sound ominous. He asked the only question he could, “what are you talking about?”

The human zone,” Panther began, “is a large area filled with the remnants of man’s dens. It is the only remaining proof that humans are more than mythology and fairy tales. Cats avoid it, it’s one of the most dangerous places you could ever see. It is where the dogs have staked out their territory. Dogs are crazy, vicious killing machines. Few cats that enter into the zone ever return.”

Eve jumped in at this point, “As the legend goes, long ago when man disappeared suddenly the dogs were unable to cope. They lost their minds as a one and lashed out violently at whatever was nearby; cats, dogs, anything alive. The dogs drove us cats out of the human zone and claimed it for themselves. For generations they fought amongst themselves, living off each other and only rarely venturing out to prey on other animals.”

And you went there to hunt?” Sylvester asked.

We haven’t seen a dog in generations,” she explained. “Cats are hungry, we don’t have enough food. We are desperate. We thought the dogs might have died out. It could be a cornucopia of food just waiting to be discovered. We were wrong, so wrong…” Her voice trailed off and she closed her eyes.

Sylvester moved to her side and cautiously started grooming her. Very carefully he licked her from the top of her head to the base of her tail, he avoided the bare spots where her fur was missing. He tenderly worked his tongue against the knots in her pelt as he attempted to break them down. Panther recognized the act, he had been the recipient on many occasions. When thunder was crashing through the sky and Panther felt the entire world was going to collapse in on him, Sylvester would treat him to the same routine. The rhythmic stroking combined with Sylvester’s soft purring would ease his anxiety and make the storm almost bearable. It was having a similar effect on Eve, she was visibly more relaxed.

We hadn’t even reached the outskirts of the zone,” she continued her tale, her eyes remained shut. “We were excited. There were so many signs of life around us. We could hear the chatter of the birds. We could smell their scent on the wind, combined with mice and rats, rabbits and something else we couldn’t identify. We were cold and tired and hungry. We could see the remains of the humans’ dens beyond the trees but they were at least half a day’s journey away. We decided to attempt to hunt where we were, if we failed we could finish the trek to the zone the next day. It seemed promising and our spirits were high as we searched for prey.”

Her eyes snapped open and locked onto Panther. The blue eyes were wet as she began to talk once more.

They seemed to appear out of thin air,” she explained, “one minute there was just the four of us and the next there were two dogs facing us. They were large, at least double the size of our largest member. They were a dark brown colour with long shaggy hair. Their eyes were black and their teeth were large, sharp. But the most frightening thing about them was their silence. Legends always described dogs as vocal, loud and noisy, but these made no sounds.”

Run, Pacey the leader of our troops ordered. Him and Spot, the other male, jumped in front of the dogs to give us a chance to flee. I saw the dogs close with them as Cassie and I turned to flee. Suddenly I was bowled over and felt claws raking my face. If it wasn’t for my longer fur I would have been ripped open, instead I just lost a few tufts of hair. I slashed out with my claws and scrambled to my feet. I took off as fast as I could, the pain in my leg was immense and I wanted to fall down with every step. Cassie was not so lucky, the dog I fought off had joined with another dog to bring her down. I could hear the sounds of cats fighting but not once was there any sounds from the dogs.”

I ran and I ran. I tried to put as much distance between myself and the dogs as I could. I didn’t stop until the afternoon of the next day. I wandered for a week until I came upon this clearing. I need to warn the Colony that there are dogs alive in the zone so no one else makes the same mistake we did. I owe my friends that much considering their sacrifice for me.”

She stopped speaking. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks. Throughout her tale Sylvester didn’t stop his grooming of her.

You’re safe now,” Sylvester offered between licks.

You should get some sleep,” Panther agreed. He slipped out of the den and sat just inside the treeline and looked out onto the snowy ground. He took a few deep sniffs of the air, there were no scents he couldn’t identify. She did mention an unfamiliar scent. They seemed to be safe for the moment.

He felt Sylvester slip up beside him. He could hear the younger cat sniffing the air. It was going to have to be a more conscious effort for both of them to check on their safety.

She’s asleep,” Sylvester told him.

Panther nodded in acknowledgement. The story of the dogs bothered him. He had heard the legends and it was wrong that these were so different in behaviour. From what he knew of the wild canines, wolves and coyotes, they were loud. He had never run into any personally, but all the cats he had met that had run ins with them had possessed the same reports. Dogs were usually big, he didn’t like the idea of them being silent as well.

What are we going to do?” Sylvester asked.

Stay alert,” Panther said, “we need to be on the lookout for anything that might have followed her. She’s hurt, she’s hungry, she’d exhausted, she’s scared. We should be safe so we’ll give her some time to recover. We’ll figure out what to do after that. In the meantime, we need to extra careful.”

Do you want to finish your nap? I’ll watch over us.” Sylvester offered.

No,” Panther replied, “I can’t sleep. I’ll keep watch.”

Ok. I’m going to grab something to eat.” Sylvester moved out into the clearing. The sun had started to set, engulfing the landscape in an orange glow. There was a chill building in the air, a bad ending to the day.

Sylvester,” Panther stopped the other cat, “use caution. Don’t approach anything you aren’t sure of. Even small dogs can be dangerous.”

Sylvester nodded and continued on his way. Panther watched his friend pad away into the darkening light. Things had changed today, not for the better. Their days of hunting and relaxation had left them and survival was back as their number one priority.

Previous Episodes

  1. The Bird
  2. A Partnership Begins
  3. And Winter Makes Three

Sylvester watched his breath crystallize on the cold winter air. He sat on the frozen limb of a near solitary tree that overlooked a large snow swept clearing. There were a handful of trees that spotted the clearing, each one a solitary island in what was normally a sea of grass. At this point the grass was buried under a layer of snow which ranged in depth from just above his paws to well above his head. There were points already during this winter where the snow had piled up high enough for him to burrow into it. Surprisingly that had made for a warm den that Panther and him had lived out of for days.

They were currently spending their sleeping hours in a hollow underneath the exposed roots of an overturned tree. It was located along the edge of the clearing and provided a place to warm up in between hunting forays in the snow. From where he sat it was only about half a dozen quick leaps in front of him. He knew exactly where it was and could pinpoint its location with ease. It had been drummed into his head over the last six months that he should always have an exit strategy.

You can never tell when things are going to go cockeyed on you,” Panther would say, “so make sure you always have an escape plan.”

His speed was his escape plan. It had grown with his body. He was now essentially the same size as Panther, maybe a smidge longer. The big difference was in their builds; Panther was wide shouldered and bulk of muscle, Sylvester was thin and lean his muscles built for speed and agility rather than brute force.

Not that Panther was slow, he was faster than Sylvester’s mother had been, he just wasn’t as fast as Sylvester. When they raced, Sylvester could keep pace with Panther’s best speed with only a brisk jog. What Sylvester had noticed about Panther was his razor sharp focus and iron will. This was a sharp contrast to Sylvester’s siblings who were soft and spoiled, coddled and weak. Even his mother, for all her skill, paled in comparison to the black cat. A healthy dose of patience and wisdom closed out the traits that immediately sprang to mind when Sylvester thought about Panther.

Never rely solely on your physical attributes,” Panther had told him, “there will always be someone stronger and faster than you. You can’t just rely on your body, it’ll fail with age. Always have a backup plan.”

He wasn’t following that one to the letter. He was relying on his youth and speed to carry him to their den should danger arrive. Sometimes you needed to take a chance and trust in your abilities. Sylvester knew he was fast and he was willing to stake his life on that.

He was pretty certain that wouldn’t be a concern. The sun shone brightly up above in the cloudless sky. It did little to provide any warmth but it made for a brighter world. From his perch in the tree there were no shadows for any threat to use to sneak up on him. His safety was as absolute as it could be in his current seat.

The wind was mild today, really just a gentle breeze that barely moved any flakes of snow across the clearing. The sky was clear and no snow fell from the skies. If it wasn’t for the cold it would have been a perfect day. As it was, the temperature was more like a chill than an actual cold.

He took in the scene of stillness from his surveillance point on the tree branch. Since he had joined up with the black cat he had come to appreciate these all too rare moments of calm. Life was chaotic. There was no easing up of the struggle for survival. It seemed as if every moment was spent pursuing some aspect of surviving; food, water, shelter. Even sleep wasn’t as simple as closing your eyes, you needed to consider safety, warmth, dryness. A deep sleep was a rarity, he had learned to keep one eye open during his sleep periods, he had adjusted his sleep pattern to more periods throughout the day and for shorter lengths of time. The bulk of his waking moments were spent hunting; for both food and recreation. Moments of peace and emptiness had become a treasure in his life.

He spotted the black shape break from the treeline. He smiled at the stark contrast between his partner and the snow blanketed landscape. He knew it would be driving the old hunter crazy to be unable to blend into the background, to be such a focus of attention went against everything Panther believed.

The effective hunter is the invisible hunter,” as the wisdom went. The black cat practiced a cleanliness ritual that left him virtually scentless. His caution and patience turned him into a deadly shadow that roamed the woods. It was a skill set that Sylvester was still trying to duplicate.

Seeing the black cat against the white snow made the struggles and failures easier to accept. It showed that even the best efforts could fail as some variables were beyond our control. There was little that could be done to change the colour of your pelt, it was with you for life.

Sylvester watched his mentor weave his way through the snow. The black cat moved in the direction of the tree, his journey broken only by the occasional pounce into a soft pile of snow. By the time he had reached the base of the tree he was little more than a walking pile of white flakes. A jump and some sharp claws had him up in the branch above Sylvester’s head where he lay down and stared out onto the expanse of white.

Did you track it down?” Sylvester asked. He kept his eyes focused on the clearing.

No. I couldn’t find any tracks or pinpoint where the scent originated from.” The reply was matter-of-fact but a hint of frustration was hidden in the tone.

Maybe its old.”

No,” Panther corrected. “It’s faint, but there is another cat out there. I am sure of it.”

Sylvester shrugged unconcerned. Panther seemed annoyed, most likely because his target had eluded him, but there was no fear. Safety didn’t seem to be an issue so Sylvester wasn’t going to let it worry him. The mystery cat would show its face when it felt like it or it would move on without their ever having seen it. Panther was sure there was only one cat so there wasn’t any need for both of them to be concerned about it.

Enjoying the snow?”

It’s a nice day to be playing in it. There’s something cathartic about jumping into a pile of it.” Panther enjoyed pouncing into piles of leaves or dirt as well. As long as it was soft and he could bury himself in it he would do so. It helped to mask his presence and greatly improved his success in the hunt.

Sylvester turned his head and looked at Panther. The black cat lay on the branch above him, his pelt still speckled with flakes of snow. The older cat had the claws of his front paws dug firmly into the branch, his hind legs dangled loosely on either side of the branch. Panther’s eyes were scanning the edges of the clearing, Sylvester knew from experience that he would be unable to let it go until he found the other cat he was sure was out there. Obsession was part of his nature, he would not let it go until he was proven either right or wrong. The full length of Panther’s tail swung side to side at a rapid pace, a testament to his frustration.

By contrast, Sylvester sat upright on his branch as still as he could. He had wrapped his tail, longer than Panther’s, around the branch and used it to provide himself some balance as he sat.

Do you know what I miss?” Sylvester asked. “Those little fish we used to catch at the creek.”

Hmph,” Panther grunted, “I could go for some of the little shrimps.”

Oh… those are good too.”

Going to be a little while before we can catch either of those,” Panther commented. His eyes darted all over the clearing while he spoke.

Just going to be mice for awhile,” Sylvester agreed.

With a bit of work and some luck we could probably catch a rabbit.”

That would be a great meal,” Sylvester replied wistfully. He had only had rabbit once. It was part of Panther’s lessons on prey. It had taken them an entire morning to track one down. Since Sylvester was the faster of the two, he took on the responsibility of herding the rabbit to where Panther lay in wait. Panther would attack and bring the rabbit to the ground, then the two cats would finish it off. They were ultimately successful but Sylvester learned that day that rabbits were fast and could fight as well as any cat when pushed into a corner. That was probably what made it taste so good. He licked his lips at the memory of that meal.

They waited in silence. Sylvester’s eyes scanned the clearing for any signs of movement, this location had proven to be a fertile hunting ground. Their bellies were kept full of mice and most of their hunting was of a “catch and release” format to keep their skills razor sharp. Today had been a day of rest for Sylvester, Panther’s obsession with the strange cat kept him from hunting except for when he was hungry. It had given Sylvester a chance to sit back and observe the flow of life in the clearing, something you didn’t notice when you were on the hunt and in the middle of it all.

There didn’t seem to be anything larger than a mouse living in the clearing. This was probably due to the snow that covered the ground, during the warmer periods it would be teeming with a variety of prey and predators. The mice would tunnel through the snow to get at the grass of the clearing, very rarely did they break through the surface of the snow. On the surface the clearing seemed empty and deserted while underneath there was a festival of life.

I’m going to go warm up,” Panther broke the silence, “maybe take a nap.” He scrambled down the trunk of the tree and dropped down to the ground. He took a leisurely pace as he moved toward the den.

Sylvester watched the black cat vanish into the treeline. The den would be warmer than being outside and the soil had been loosened by their claws making it a comfortable spot to sleep. Any place that took them out of the elements would have worked but their current den was almost luxurious. Panther did like to be pampered, Sylvester chuckled to himself.

For a cat that was so proudly self-sufficient Panther sure did like his comfort. A soft bed and a roof over his head were almost as important to him as a good meal. He was happy to nap in the warmth of the sun whenever it was available but he insisted on walls and a roof when it came to deep sleep. He wouldn’t even consider being outside during a thunderstorm. Rain he might consider venturing into but only if he was hungry enough.

Sylvester was less concerned with comfort. He had an insatiable curiosity, loud noises in particular were an obsession. He had to know what was behind the noises, until he found out very little could distract him. During thunderstorms he would curl up as close as he could to Panther, easing his friend’s fear took precedence over soothing his curiosity. The comfort he brought the older cat brought a more significant sense of satisfaction than discovering the source of any unknown noise ever did.

He noticed an almost imperceptible movement to the right of the den. He wasn’t sure that he had seen anything at first, he sat still and watched, his eyes locked on the spot where he had seen the movement. There it was, too large a shape to be a mouse, a pure white shape moved slowly in the direction of the fallen tree and their den. This must be the cat that Panther had detected, Sylvester realized. It was significantly smaller than either Panther or he was, maybe two-thirds their size. It was very cautious in its movements and seemed to be keeping away from the powdered snow and sticking to the frozen ground. The small white cat was so focused on its stealth that it didn’t seem to notice that it had an observer.

Sylvester had a choice to make: he could intercept the stranger or he could allow it to stumble on the den where Panther would deal with it. There was no doubt in Sylvester’s mind that he could make it to the cat before it found the den. Panther would probably appreciate it if Sylvester stopped it from finding their haven and he wasn’t one to run from a fight so his options were easy to choose from.

Sylvester launched himself from the tree in the direction of the white cat. He stumbled briefly as his feet hit the frozen ground, his claws struggled for purchase and then he was tearing through the snow. The other cat was just turning toward him as he slammed into it knocking it to the ground. He recovered from the collision first and draped his larger body over the smaller cat and used his weight to pin it to the ground. Sylvester grabbed the cat around its neck and let out a low, threatening growl.

Don’t move,” Sylvester snarled.

Okay,” the second cat agreed, “please don’t hurt me.”

Sylvester let go of the cat’s neck but kept it pinned to the ground. It had the same long facial features that both Panther and Sylvester possessed. Its face was as white as its body and housed a pair of eyes as blue as the clearest skies. What surprised Sylvester the most, after he had calmed himself, was that the white cat was female. Since he had left his mother he had only run into males, and precious few of those.

Are y-you g-going to eat m-me?” she asked. He could feel her heart pounding beneath him.

Why would I do that?”: he asked, confused.

She thinks we’re feral,” Panther’s voice offered an answer from behind him.

Previous Episodes:

  1. The Bird
  2. A Partnership Begins

He sized up the smaller cat as he perched atop the bird’s corpse. His gaze was alert and direct, tinged with curiosity but lacked the malice that had been present in the bird’s eyes. He had watched the encounter between the young cat and the bird as he had snuck up on the two. The other cat was fast and brave, perhaps too much so on the latter.

The younger cat was slim, streamlined. He seemed built for speed which made sense based on what the black cat had witnessed earlier. The other cat still had time to grow so his musculature could still change. The black cat had had a similar build when he was younger and was now broad chested and wide of shoulder, he had grown from a sprinter into a bruiser. The same could happen as the younger one aged.

The little cat had longer fur than the black cat had but it was still short enough to avoid the matting that plagued most long haired cats. The kitten was primarily a black cat. His feet, part of each leg, his chest, his nose and chin were as white as newly fallen snow. His back was still arched and his tail still puffed out, there was shock and confusion in his pale yellow eyes.

Do you want to fight…,” he stretched a black paw out toward the kitten. He flexed his fingers and displayed his claws. “Or would you rather eat first?”

W-what?” The black and white cat stammered out, confused.

Your stance,” his black head motioned to the other cat, “seems a tad hostile. Lower your back, raise your tail, and face me head on. Show me you’re friendly and we can share this feast.”

Oh, right,” the young cat relaxed his body and approached the other cat, his tail pointed to the sky. The black cat returned the gesture and the two cats met part way to rub noses together in a formal greeting.

Help yourself, kid, you earned it. Just keep the head for me,” the black cat maneuvered himself to the far side of the bird’s body. He waited until the other cat moved in to start eating before he started eating himself. The young cat moved slowly, cautiously, almost as if he were unsure of what was before him. He became bolder after his first bite and settled in to fill his belly.

The two cats settled in to enjoy their feast. They tore the feathers and flesh off the bird in silence, they both enjoyed the taste of blood and meat on their tongues. The black cat stepped back from the meal, his hunger satiated, and took a good look at the smaller cat. The young cat bit into the bird like he hadn’t eaten in days. The little tuxedo would sink his teeth into the bird’s flesh and then shake his head vigorously tearing the meat from the bones. There seemed to be an almost single-minded focus on his eating.

The black cat settled down on his side and continued to observe his small companion. While he watched he dampened one of his paws and rubbed his face and nose. The cleaning was habitual, he could do it without focusing. This allowed him to maintain his cleanliness while still observing the world around him.

You seem hungry,” he offered after a bit of cleaning. “How long has it been since you last had a meal?”

Oh, a few weeks,” was the reply between mouthfuls. “I didn’t go without food. Just ate insects mostly.”

Eat as much as you’d like,” the black cat offered. “Without your distraction I might not have been able to get this guy. Its good eating. My belly is full. No sense letting it go to waste.”

Thank-you.” The young cat seemed to slow his eating a bit. The realization that he would not lose his meal allowed him to relax and savour his meal. There was a little bit of embarrassment at his feeding situation but survival was more important than bragging rights.

My name is Panther,” the black cat said. “What do they call you?”


Are you from the Colony, Sylvester?”

What’s the colony?”

The Colony is a collection of cats who live together for safety and convenience. There’s a lot of cats, you can think of it as sort of a very large litter,” Panther answered. He kept his eyes on the other cat. The younger one had finished his meal and was now sitting politely as the older cat talked.

Do you come from the Colony?” Sylvester asked.

No,” Panther laughed, “I’m like you. We’re what the members of the Colony would refer to as a feral.” He watched as Sylvester silently considered his words. “They consider anyone not part of their utopia a feral. Don’t pay it much mind. Are you finished eating?”

Yes. It was good,” Sylvester replied, “I have never tasted that before. What kind of bird was it?”

That was a crow. Delicious but dangerous. They are highly intelligent, have a nasty temper, and almost no sense of fear. They are a lot of work to catch but taste so good. Well worth the effort,” Panther paused for a bit and examined the young cat. He sighed a little as he made up his mind. “Clean yourself up. I’d like to make it down to the brook before we find a place to sleep for the night. Unless you’d like to go your own way…”

He watched as Sylvester quickly cleaned his paws. As Sylvester rubbed his paws across his face Panther stood up and began to stretch his legs. He had met a number of cats in his lifetime, none that he had ever cared to maintain an extended connection to. This suited him fine as he wasn’t really fond of other cats to begin with. Self-reliance was at the core of his being.

This Sylvester seemed to have a fair amount of potential. The youngster seemed a little lost at the moment but with some guidance he could really flourish. Panther found himself wanting to provide that guidance. The cub seemed like a nice sort, he could provide a bit of knowledge in exchange for the distraction a travelling companion would bring.

He headed off through the long grass, he could hear the other cat’s faint footsteps behind him. There was a trail not far from where they had eaten that would take them right to the creek. Some fresh water would be perfect before they settled down to sleep off their meal.

Uhm, you forgot your head,” the small tuxedo cat observed as they crossed into the trees.

That’s alright. I just put that out there to see if you’d listen.”

It was cooler under the shade of the trees. The dirt was cold and soft on the pads of their feet as they moved across the woodland floor. Panther was walking at a relaxed pace, he wasn’t interested in expending more energy than he needed and he knew his new companion would need to work twice as hard to keep up with him. There was no point tiring themselves out unnecessarily.

You walk strange,” the observation came from Panther’s right shoulder.

Panther grunted in agreement. There was truth to the observation. Since birth he had had issues with his balance. He had developed his own way of standing and walking, moving in general. His adaptation resulted in his body being kept close to the ground. His back legs were held wider apart than other cats did. He had to swing his back legs slightly out to the side as he moved, it made his walk look awkward but allowed him to maintain his balance. He didn’t suffer from any lack of speed, he could match and even exceed most cat’s running speed. His accuracy was even better, he had never miscalculated his abilities and missed a jump. It had taken a lot of hard work but he excelled at running, jumping, and climbing.

Its always been like that,” he dismissed the topic.

Does it hurt?” came the question after they had walked on a bit.

No more than your legs hurt from walking, I’d guess.”

They continued on in silence. All around them were the sounds of nature. Birds chirped, insects buzzed, squirrels chattered, the wind blew through the leaves, and in the distance could be heard the gurgling water of the brook. They arrived at the creek and quietly settled in to quench their thirst.

The water was as clear as a window, its surface almost as still. The water wasn’t overly deep, it would have barely come up to Panther’s shoulders at its deepest point. Either of the cats could have cleared the creek in a single leap. A variety of insects played across the surface of the water. The water was cold and had a clean, crisp taste.

Panther lay down on his side in the shade of some long grass beside the creek. It had been a good day; the crow had made for a plentiful meal, the weather had been mild, and there had been no sign of other predators in the area. Outside of Sylvester, of course. The soft gurgling of the brook was soothing to his ears, he closed his eyes partially and allowed himself to drift off into sleep. Just as sleep began to overtake him he felt Sylvester curl up tight beside him.

The smaller cat was sound asleep when Panther opened his eyes. The afternoon had progressed and the sun had lowered in the sky. Night approached but there was still time to relax before the evening hunt.

Panther gave the top of his companion’s head a few gentle licks to rouse him. The black cat rolled over onto his back and stretched his legs out as far as he could. Claws were exposed as he revelled in the feeling of his muscles stretching. He had had a good nap and, although he could have napped longer, he was eager to get started on his evening hunt. The crow was a wonderful victory but hunting was an activity he never tired of. Success or failure didn’t matter, all that mattered was the process. It was the activity of the hunt that he enjoyed.

Panther righted himself and watched, amused, as Sylvester mimicked his stretches. The youngster had eaten well and slept solidly so now it was time to see where his skills sat. There would be a lot of that in the near future, if they were going to be journeying together Panther would need to make sure the kitten had some basic skills. He had courage and speed, adding some skill and finesse would move him from surviving to thriving. Any length of partnership would need to benefit both cats or it would have no lasting value.

Sylvester sat upright, his eyes locked on Panther. The little cat seemed calm and expectant as he waited on the older cat. There was an almost statue-level of stillness to him, his breathing and a slight twitch at the end of his tail was the extent of his movement.

You ready to get started?” Panther asked.

Yes, sir!” was the reply.

Good. Let’s see what sort of hunting skills you possess.”

The two cats moved off toward the woods. Sylvester would be leading the hunt tonight while Panther provided backup and evaluated his skills. Their next meal would be reliant on the kitten’s skills and after that their partnership would truly begin.

The Bird

Posted: January 16, 2017 in Panther, Sylvester, Tall Tales
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He was a young cat, still a kitten really. He was six months old which made him physically half the size of most adult cats. While he might have lacked the size of an adult cat he more than made up for it in raw speed. He had been faster than all of his litter mates and, although not the strongest of the four, he was the roughest of them. In his mind their play was a means to teach them the skills they needed for survival, you played to win or you didn’t play at all. Life existed through surviving what nature threw at you. Nature was brutal so you had to be brutal.

He could never understand why his brothers and sister would quit once they had their opponent crying. He always pushed his advantage when his opponent showed weakness. It was how you ensured your survival. Pushing your friendly rivals was how you secured their survival as well. Strength and speed could give you an edge in a fight but if you lacked the heart of a warrior you were doomed to fail.

His mother disagreed with this philosophy. When she was around she would sink her teeth into the scruff of the neck and drag him forcibly off his sibling and away from the group. She would cuff him sharply a couple of times to knock him out of his growling and snarling rage and give him a warning glare before checking on the status of his vanquished foe.

He was never allowed to deliver the, non-lethal, killing blow in these situations, she saw to that. She was protective of her kittens and at times this included protecting the less aggressive cubs from her youngest. He was always ready to tussle with his siblings and seemed to have no appreciation of their limitations. He seemed almost oblivious to their signals that they had given up and play was over. There were times when their cries would increase his aggression and she always had to be on guard for this reaction. There had been many times she had returned from hunting to find her smallest kitten curled up in the middle of their den with his three larger siblings cowering in the corner. He didn’t cause them any lasting physical harm but it had quickly become apparent that they couldn’t handle his exuberance.

He had begun accompanying his mother on her hunting trips earlier than his siblings. It had been her hope that the excursions would help burn off some energy and save the rest of her children from his torments. He showed a lot of promise as a hunter and it wouldn’t take him long before he surpassed her skills. He was too impulsive and relied too much on his speed while he hunted. It was a brute force approach which took advantage of his youth, youth was fleeting and she hoped time would teach him to bring patience and subtlety to the craft. The energy he expelled during their hunting sessions did nothing to soften his approach to his litter mates.

Every hunting trip was spent in conversation. She attempted to press upon him the importance of patience in the hunt, the need to stalk and track his prey. She tried to teach him to respect his siblings’ boundaries during play. None of this seemed to take, he still rushed aggressively after his prey and he still refused to let up his attacks on the other cats when they cried. There was a youthful stubbornness to this cat, he had outgrown his family and no longer fit in.

He had left to make his own way in the world at the tender age of four months. He had learned to hunt mice and birds. His mother was an exceptional hunter, a peerless mentor, and he had absorbed all her lessons. He was satisfied he would not starve and was confident in his ability to defend himself. He was ready to challenge the world and stand or fall on his own abilities.

It took him a bit to get used to being on his own. His mother had provided a buffer between him and the real world providing food and shelter for all her children. Under his mother’s tutelage he had developed into a capable mouser but hunting was different without a partner to help herd the prey. His initial days alone were spent eating more bugs than rodents as he learned to adjust his approach to the hunt.

Not that bugs were bad eating, he was particularly partial to beetles which made for a nice crunchy treat with a soft, tender centre. Ordinarily they would have made for a delicious snack as he relaxed throughout the day but right now they were a primary staple of his diet. Once he got the hang of this solo hunting thing he was going to make sure he indulged in the occasional beetle as a reward for a good day.

Maybe even today as he was determined to feast on something a little higher up the food chain before the day was done.

He crawled slowly through the undergrowth. He hadn’t had much luck catching mice while poking around the base of the trees so he had decided to move his hunting territory out of the woods and into the long grass. He had visions of an abundance of mice moving through the stalks of grass harvesting grains and seeds. There were lots of mice in the world it was just a matter of finding them.

He arrived at the edge of the woods and lowered his body close to the ground. He could smell the mice around him. He could hear them skitter around through the grass in front of him. This definitely would be an improvement as a hunting ground for the small rodents. At the moment, however, there was another scent on the air that drew him to this spot.

He had only been exposed to this scent a few times in his life. His mother had kept her litter fed primarily on mice. His first taste of flesh, the first time he had felt the sweet warmth of blood run down his throat had been from a mouse. His first supervised kill had been an injured mouse she had brought back to their den. He had been the most excited of her cubs at the opportunity to learn this most vital of skills. His eldest brother had been squeamish about the prospect, and probably still was, be he had relished in the process. He felt alive and at one with the universe during the hunt despite his recent struggles.

The scent that he had followed had been a rare delicacy when he was part of the litter. In addition to mice his mother would bring her kittens the occasional bird. Birds took more time to catch than mice did and she never felt comfortable leaving her offspring alone for too long so birds became a rarity for meals. It was important to her that her young were familiar with their options for prey and she took the opportunity to catch birds whenever it presented itself, she just wouldn’t go out of her way looking for them. It was a bird he could smell, different than the ones his mother had brought home but a bird nonetheless. He was determined that he would dine on bird this day.

It was out there, he could hear it shuffling grass and dirt around, most likely rummaging for food of its own. He couldn’t see it through the grass so there was no way to pounce and take advantage of his speed. He had a vague idea of where it was but he could end up spooking it and losing it to the skies if he made a blind rush and missed his target.

He kept his body as close to the ground as he could manage. He pulled himself forward into the grass, he forced his tail to be as still as possible. Every fibre of his being wanted to swing his tail like a pendulum. He could feel the energy building in his body as he slowly inched toward where he guessed his target to be. He wanted to explode forward but he knew that would be the same as sacrificing his chance of a meal. He could still hear the bird rummaging around ahead of him, it gave him confidence that he hadn’t been discovered.

He had pulled himself a handful of body lengths away from the shelter of the woods. The sounds of the bird’s rummaging were louder now, closer to where the little cat crouched in the long grass. He could feel his heart beat faster than he could ever remember it doing in his short life. It was thrilling, he felt more in-tune with his nature than on any other hunt.

You might as well come out, cat,” he jumped at the unexpected address by the bird. He could still hear the bird digging around but it was obvious that it was less a sign of his stalking skills and more of a sign of the bird’s lack of concern for its potential danger.

You’re probably thinking you’re fast enough to make it back to the treeline. I assure you, little cat, you cannot,” the bird continued, all sounds of searching had ceased. “My wings are far faster than your legs.”

Why would I run from you?” The young cat questioned as he pushed his way through the grass and into a small patch of dirt. “You’re a bird. Birds are prey. I don’t run from prey.” He let out an involuntary gasp as the bird he had been stalking popped into view.

I know. I am… magnificent!” The bird responded to the cat’s surprise.

The bird seemed massive compared to those the cat had seen so far in his life, it was at least double his size. The bird was covered in black feathers that gleamed in the light of the sun. Its legs were dark grey, tipped by sharp talons whose colour matched that of the legs. A dangerous looking beak was the focal point of its head, also a dark grey in colour. It was the black eyes that seemed fused onto the cat that radiated the most menace. They were intelligent eyes that never seemed to waiver from their target.

It stood in profile in front of the small cat, its head angled slightly in his direction. It had its chest puffed out making it look even larger than it already was. Long black feathers made up its tail completing the illusion of size. It was big and there was no doubt in the cat’s mind that turning his back on it would be a dangerous mistake.

Yes. Take it all in. Marvel at the wonder that is me,” the bird instructed the cat as it began to turn its body to face the cat. It slowly raised its wings out from its sides as it spun around. It spread its wings as wide as they would go and gave a quick flap of the wings in the cat’s direction before folding them against its side. Throughout the display its eyes never left the cat.

The young cat let out a hiss in reaction to the gust of air pushed into his face by the flap of the bird’s wings. This creature would have fed his family for days if his mother had brought it home. He would never be able to eat all of it, not that he wouldn’t make his best effort to. He arched his back and fluffed up his fur, he too could make himself seem larger as a threat.

You’re prey,” the cat offered trying to keep the excitement from his voice. He failed and what came out was broken with emotion.

You are right to be afraid,” the bird went on, “You are not the first of your kind I have made a meal out of. I prefer them fresh and nothing makes the meat taste sweeter than when they… run!” The bird drove its pointed beak at the cat’s head hoping to score a quick victory through surprise.

The little cat jumped to his left lashing out with his front paw as he moved. He could feel his claws brush against the side of the bird’s face, not a solid hit but a hit nonetheless. The bird had missed but just barely. Score one for the feline, zero for the fowl.

You’re faster than I expected,” the bird admitted. It had its head cocked slightly, its wings lifter a short distance from its body. The eyes were locked on the cat’s as the two combatants circled each other.

You’re still prey,” the small cat spat back. He had his back arched, the side of his body presented to the bird. His body was close to the ground and his muscles were tense as he moved around the bird, his eyes on the lookout for an opportunity to attack.

I am no one’s prey, cat,” the anger dripped from the bird’s beak. It pulled its head back to make another lunge.

The blow never came. Black feathers exploded into the air accompanied by the sound of two bodies colliding. When the feathers cleared the bird lay in its side, its body pinned to the ground by the weight of another, larger cat atop it. The second cat’s pelt was as black as the dark of night, the cat’s body almost seemed to merge into that of the bird that was trapped beneath it.

Strange,” the larger cat snarled softly, “You seem like prey to me, bird.” The black cat closed its sharp teeth around the bird’s neck and applied pressure. The cat kept its full weight on the bird and softly purred as it choked the life out of it. After the bird had stopped breathing and twitching the cat lifted its head and focused its bright yellow eyes on the shocked little cat.