Quest
Written by Erin Barney
Star whipped out her claws and turned around onto her back, exposing her belly. The dog saw her fault and tried to bite her. Star’s hind paws snapped the lower jaw up. The dog gave a yelp of surprise and backed away before realizing the she-cat could flip onto her belly, and Star did just that. Then, dropping her belly low on the ground, to avoid getting flipped over by her opponent, she hissed
“Don’t surprise me like that!”
Star
1
Star woke up with the wind rippling her fur. That’s what comes from sleeping on the roof, She thought sleepily. Star was a white she-cat with brown paws, brown at the tip of her tail, tips of ears, and a ‘V’ shape on her chest. Her green eyes where always cloudy, as if in deep thought.
She padded her way down, using the slabs of ground that stuck out of the ‘wall’. The ‘humans’ made it. She hung around them a lot, so she learned a few words of their language. Star recently understood ‘po-lice’. It was strange how they sometimes used their fur-less paws for gesturing.
Star had been avoiding the ground, to not get the stench of the
‘thunder path’ on her pelt.
Her ears twitched. Did she hear a cage put down? Star’s whiskers tingled. Star has been avoiding all trucks, or monsters possible. They might have contained cages. She went to the hot gray ground towards where the two-legs leave their dump. Star’s paws ached for something killed, but there was hardly anything around except pigeons, and poisoned rats. Her stomach gurgled after eating unappetizing meat. Her stomach won, she was going hunting. And she knew where to go. Down along the main Thunderpath, (to avoid vicious cat-rivals.) and get to a ‘park’ with a ‘fountain’ where pigeons dip and play. She’d seen it many times from roofs surrounding. They splash and play about, but when danger arose, such as a passing two-legs, they perched nearby to wait for them to go. She felt sorry for her upcoming victim, but she had to quench her thirst for blood.
Sploch
2
Sploch was a brown puppy with a yellow left ear, yellow paws, belly, and a yellow splotch over the right eye. He has blue eyes, and can get very moving. His docked tail was to go blurry in a few seconds if he was happy.
When Sploch woke up, the first thing he did was ‘round’ the perimeter of the strange thicket. Sniffing along the bottom of the middle front piece, he heard neighboring Police dogs speak. Born breed police dogs have a very poor vocabulary. But other dogs have more range. The big bloodhound barked,
“Job, job, get job.”
“Get job, job get,” echoed the rest of the pack.
“Pack get job soon.”
Sploch got tired of listening to them bark, so he set out to dig an escape hole. Clattering of his tasteless food started. Quickly he covered his progress and looked at the revolting food. Willingly, Sploch sniffed the air. The quavering scent of his born enemy a cat, wavered in. Dismissing his food, he began digging furiously at his hole. He wanted better food, pigeon? He saw lots of them at the fountain at Central park. The police dog pack whimpered,
“Cat, cat, smell, cat.”
Crawling under the fresh hole he scampered away to Central park.
Talke
3
Talke is a pigeon. He has blue feathers and is very energetic. Talke woke up in his bird-bath. He flies over to an open window and finds crumbs of bread. Delighted he picks them up. Talke starts flying to the fountain. On the way there, he hears some dogs bark,
“Bird, bird bird.”
Ignoring this, he flies over and settles down on the featherless bird’s head with some other fellow pigeons. Talke thinks he picks up the rustling of leaves, but it stops. It must be the rustling of wings. He thought.
There was something on his claws that bothered him. While being busy with it, he doesn’t see a cat. He stayed put while the rest of them flew. Happy that he has the fountain to himself, he flies down to the water and starts to wash himself. He heard a rustle of fur. Talke looked up, the she cat yowled. Talke knew it was too late, but he set a fit of feathers to seem like he flew, then ducked behind the featherless bird for cover. He heard a yowl of disappointment. He peeked from the opposite side when he heard another yowl of fright. A dog had jumped on his enemy, but now, a bigger chance of being eaten opened up.
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