Brisa froze, glaring defiantly at Mapleshade. When she left with the envelope Brisa took a few steps after Wolfram, already knowing it was useless. “Oh gosh,” she whispered, coming to a stop and covering her face with her hands. “Now what?” Lifting her head, she tracked the evil she-cat’s red shape until she disappeared around a corner, then blinked away her vision and dropped her hands down into her pockets to hide their shaking.
Sherri fluffed her ginger fur as the dark form fell down after following the blur of motion that was Mapleshade. Aren't cats supposed to fall on their feet?Wolfram hissed, and shifted without warning. His small cat form barreled through the bushes easily, tracking the ginger tail. A yowl pierced the air, a yowl of frustration mixed with pain. The wound on his shoulder throbbed, but nonetheless he pushed forward, his gaze trained on the ginger tail. Heart pounded, they both burst into a clearing on the other side of the bushes. I've got her! His heart soared as he pounded hard on the she-cats heels, certain he would get her until...she swerved, vanishing. He hadn't seen where the shifter had gone, instead tripping over his own paws and landing flat on the hard ground.
She skidded to a stop next to Wolf. We have to go, she said, nodding her head towards the group and flicking her ears. Give up the chase, it's not worth it. She flicked her tail and stood up, walking in a circle. We have to work together.
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