Post by Fireflake on Oct 13, 2019 5:43:30 GMT
Debris's paws thudded along the stony ground as she tore through the Twolegplace at a high-speed run. The little brown pouch that she kept around her neck most days was now bouncing on her chest as she bounded forward. It was an interesting sight for sure, especially as it wasn't common to see the she-cat do anything at high speed, though there was one exception. One could often find Debris running masterfully when there was something else running behind her. Today, that thing was not a wayward trash can lid, or an angry squirrel. It was a dog. Not a particularly big dog, just a bit bigger than Debris herself, but this was not a factor in how much she didn't want it to bite her.
The she-cat caught a lungful of breath for just a moment. This was her opportunity to call for help, or to whip around and growl at the dog to leave her alone. Unfortunately for Debris, the fear of her impending doom left her unable to even wail for her family as she usually would. Instead, as she opened her mouth, all that came out was a loud, "AaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAA!"
Things were not going well. As the thrumming of the dog's paws grew louder behind her, along with the tapping of its claws on the ground, she looked around frantically for an escape route. A nice open dumpster would really be helpful right about now. She could jump up on the edges of that, if not straight inside. Debris's face lit up as a thought dawned on her. There were no open dumpsters to jump up on, but she'd been running beside the next best thing the whole time!
With a final glance back at the rapidly approaching dog, the loner spun on her heel and launched herself at a nice-looking wooden fence. Her paws grabbed onto the top and she scrabbled uselessly for a few moments before remembering to use her claws. Finally, panting loudly, Debris pulled herself up. She could still hear the dog's pawsteps behind her. Debris turned around, carefully, but triumphantly. She wouldn't have gloated, only offered a sweet smile before hopping down on the other side of the fence. She would have, that is, if she hadn't seen the dog right behind her, snapping up at her. Oh, right. That wasn't the dog's pawsteps. That was her heartbeat. A short, shrill squeak slipped through her lips shortly before the she-cat blacked out and landed in a bush in what she would have thought was a rather pretty garden, had she not been unconscious.
