,.-~*’¨¯¨’*·~-.¸-(_ The Great _)-,.-~*’¨¯¨’*·~-.¸
,.-~*’¨¯¨’*·~-.¸-(_ Cat War _)-,.-~*’¨¯¨’*·~-.¸
,.-~*’¨¯¨’*·~-.¸-(_ Chapter 2 _)-,.-~*’¨¯¨’*·~-.¸
Nothing was said after the fight with Jerakyl’s best friend, Hydel. Every cat in the battle, evenly matched in strength and stamina, seemed to accept a timid truce by the end of the night. As the maddening storm let up to allow the morning sun to shine, each cat, laden with scratches and patches of bald fur, limped off to their tree stand for the day. Every step towards home seemed to deepen the confusion for what really transpired over the night in Jerakyl’s mind, “Did I really attack my best friend?”
Once the beaten duo reached their resting tree, Ghosse, Jarakyl’s dad, became incensed to see both jaguars so roughed up. After learning the events that transpired over the night, he quickly started planning his retaliation. Sneaking away after waiting for Skellah and Jerakyl to fall asleep, he set his plan in motion.
Peering through the forest undergrowth, Ghosse reached the leopard family’s resting tree. He watched and noticed that each of the leopards were too weak to climb to their overlook branch. This gave him the perfect opportunity to exact his revenge. As he stalked closer, the world around him seemed to drain to silence. The WK Flying Chimps seemed to grow quieter with each step he took. The once loud cawing WK Black Birds seemed muted with each inch he crept closer. Even the WK Flutter Bugs, that seemed to always provide a tranquil feel to the forest surroundings, scurried away as each paw of his powerful legs stepped towards the leopard’s tree.
Intent on ending this feud immediately, Ghosse could already feel the crunch of their bones between his powerful jaws. He could already taste their fur in his mouth. His splayed claws seemed to emulate the feel of him ripping into their tattered hides with each step he took closer to them. His eyes glinted his evil intent as he peered through the undergrowth, the sunlight catching it just right, marking his location in the forest surrounding. He was a bad cat, ready to do a bad thing, on a bad day, in a bad way.
Finally, reaching a safe pouncing distance, his body reared back like the spring in a trap slowly being set. Stillness filled the air, and the deafening silence rang chaotic in Ghosse’s ears. As if shot from a cannon, his body sprung quickly from the brush he was crouched behind.
Hydel, aching from last nights battle, rolled over next to sleeping parents, unable sleep. With eyes creeping slightly open, just in time to see a bulky shape darken the sky, terror flooded the little cub’s mind. Unable to mutter a single sound, another darkened shape intercepted the flying bulk.
Ghosse suddenly felt a giant mass ram him in the side, mid-pounce. As he toppled to the forest floor, only a few feet away from the sleeping leopards, his heightened senses immediately felt a familiar presence. Taking a deep breath, he mumbled underneath his exhale an airy, “Bodolf, stay out of this!”, as he brought himself to his feet.
The stately Timber Wolf held his position while Ghosse slowly stood, not saying a word. He only took a defensive stance between the resting leopards and the assassin in front of him.