Post by Abby on Sept 5, 2017 15:30:19 GMT
Confusion. Fear. Excitement. Emotions were running rampant in his brain, mixing up and getting confused and making it impossible to know calmness from terror. Jett had managed to escape the twoleg nest full of cats in shiny mesh, but now he didn't know what to do. It seemed that he was on the outskirts of the city; the buildings were smaller, the alleyways wire wider, and he had no idea where he was. Even the plain, slate-gray sky was unfamiliar.
An illegible twoleg yelp sounded behind him. He turned to look. A twoleg with a net was after him! Jett hated the nets, and his fear and loathing propelled him forward, out of the alleyway next to the place with the shiny mesh. He ran up the bright, open street, not stopping to look behind him. The twoleg was gaining on him, and he was blocked on both sides by mosters or other twoleg nests. He weaved through the legs of the oncoming twolegs, hearing the grunts and shouts of surprise from them as his attacker shoved through them.
Suddenly, the flow of monsters stopped for a moment on the thunderpath next to him. They all sat idly, still roaring, but not moving. Jett stopped a moment, and looked both directions. He had two- no three choice. He could keep running, or he could cross the row of unmoving monsters. Or he could get caught. But the twoleg was coming- he had to decide quickly or his choices would dwindle down to one. Launching himself forward, a look of cold determination on his face, Jett let out a fearful yowl. This- what he was doing- was going against everything Jett had learned from his father; never, ever go under the belly of a roaring monster. His father... The thought of him propelled him faster, his tail whipping around black, round tires and reflecting on the shiny monster flesh. He could see the other side; it was clear, and it seemed the twoleg with the net wasn't following him across. Just as he was under the belly of the last monster, he heard the roar pick up, becoming deafening. The black circles started moving. Throwing himself out from beneath the monster, Jett rolled onto the rough gray walkway. He was panting, both from fear and exhaustion. He hadn't rested since the morning before, when he had first been picked up, and his family had gone missing. His family... what was he going to do? He had to save them. But Chasm- he was still free. He would find him, and Chasm would help him.
Jett couldn't stop for long; he was out in the open, and he had to find shelter. There was an alleyway just across from where he lay, and he stood up and stumbled inside. He was still very disconcerted from what he had just done. So many rules... he was sure he had just broken them all. Jett grinned. That was exactly what Jett loved doing: breaking as many rules as possible. Ha! That poor twoleg was left in his dust. He had had no chance! Glowing with his knew victory, Jett sauntered down the alleyway. Nothing could get him; he had just crossed a thunderpath full of monsters! Jett was so proud that he didn't notice the tall, light-brown tom who had seemingly come from nowhere and was standing in front of him questioningly. He continued walking, oblivious, until he was almost nose-to-nose with the big-eared tom. Letting out string of curses, Jett scrambled back. How had he let himself just walk into another cat?
"Who are you?" His voice took on a domineering tone as he looked up at the cat; he may have been taller than Jett, but the black tom was going to stand his ground. What the hell does he want with me?
Tags: Airabelle
Jett meeting Paul
An illegible twoleg yelp sounded behind him. He turned to look. A twoleg with a net was after him! Jett hated the nets, and his fear and loathing propelled him forward, out of the alleyway next to the place with the shiny mesh. He ran up the bright, open street, not stopping to look behind him. The twoleg was gaining on him, and he was blocked on both sides by mosters or other twoleg nests. He weaved through the legs of the oncoming twolegs, hearing the grunts and shouts of surprise from them as his attacker shoved through them.
Suddenly, the flow of monsters stopped for a moment on the thunderpath next to him. They all sat idly, still roaring, but not moving. Jett stopped a moment, and looked both directions. He had two- no three choice. He could keep running, or he could cross the row of unmoving monsters. Or he could get caught. But the twoleg was coming- he had to decide quickly or his choices would dwindle down to one. Launching himself forward, a look of cold determination on his face, Jett let out a fearful yowl. This- what he was doing- was going against everything Jett had learned from his father; never, ever go under the belly of a roaring monster. His father... The thought of him propelled him faster, his tail whipping around black, round tires and reflecting on the shiny monster flesh. He could see the other side; it was clear, and it seemed the twoleg with the net wasn't following him across. Just as he was under the belly of the last monster, he heard the roar pick up, becoming deafening. The black circles started moving. Throwing himself out from beneath the monster, Jett rolled onto the rough gray walkway. He was panting, both from fear and exhaustion. He hadn't rested since the morning before, when he had first been picked up, and his family had gone missing. His family... what was he going to do? He had to save them. But Chasm- he was still free. He would find him, and Chasm would help him.
Jett couldn't stop for long; he was out in the open, and he had to find shelter. There was an alleyway just across from where he lay, and he stood up and stumbled inside. He was still very disconcerted from what he had just done. So many rules... he was sure he had just broken them all. Jett grinned. That was exactly what Jett loved doing: breaking as many rules as possible. Ha! That poor twoleg was left in his dust. He had had no chance! Glowing with his knew victory, Jett sauntered down the alleyway. Nothing could get him; he had just crossed a thunderpath full of monsters! Jett was so proud that he didn't notice the tall, light-brown tom who had seemingly come from nowhere and was standing in front of him questioningly. He continued walking, oblivious, until he was almost nose-to-nose with the big-eared tom. Letting out string of curses, Jett scrambled back. How had he let himself just walk into another cat?
"Who are you?" His voice took on a domineering tone as he looked up at the cat; he may have been taller than Jett, but the black tom was going to stand his ground. What the hell does he want with me?
Tags: Airabelle
Jett meeting Paul
