«We Could Be Legends»

[Amer]

Connor only broke his stride to bark his disapproval up at the two aimless shifters, then smoothly launched back into his chase, having never lost Mapleshade's trail in the first place. Amateurs, he growled inwardly. Even for only being cats, they'd had their wits scrambled far too quickly. For him, her scent hung so heavily in his nostrils that it'd be impossible not to trace and down her.
Mmmmph. His feelings toward the two incompetent teen nekos were sour as he nimbly twisted and dodged his way through the sparse forest.

Sherri narrowed her eyes and twisted an ear towards him, realising she'd only been using her most valuable asset to hear Wolf's ranting.
She could hear his path toward the forest, and turned on her heels.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Sherri narrowed her eyes and twisted an ear towards him, realising she'd only been using her most valuable asset to hear Wolf's ranting.
She could hear his path toward the forest, and turned on her heels.

Connor only broke his stride to bark his disapproval up at the two aimless shifters, then smoothly launched back into his chase, having never lost Mapleshade's trail in the first place. Amateurs, he growled inwardly. Even for only being cats, they'd had their wits scrambled far too quickly. For him, her scent hung so heavily in his nostrils that it'd be impossible not to trace and down her.
Mmmmph. His feelings toward the two incompetent teen nekos were sour as he nimbly twisted and dodged his way through the sparse forest.

Sherri yowled in something that meant "ow!" Or "stop that!" A warning even a human who wasn't Wolfram could understand.
She kicked her legs in the air, she was swinging from her scruff.
She very slowly shifted so Wolfram could feel the painful weight on his arm as it twisted, before he released human Sherri. "Someone needs to learn how to hold a cat correctly," she muttered, rubbing the back of her neck.

Wolfram rolled his eyes, "if you hadn't struggled it wouldn't have hurt." He muttered. He twisted towards the forest, his skin morphing into fur, his face narrowing until he had shifted, sprinting after Connor's fading form. He pressed harder when he heard a vicious yowl echo in the woods, one that could have only been from Mapleshade.

 

[Amer]

Wolfram rolled his eyes, "if you hadn't struggled it wouldn't have hurt." He muttered. He twisted towards the forest, his skin morphing into fur, his face narrowing until he had shifted, sprinting after Connor's fading form. He pressed harder when he heard a vicious yowl echo in the woods, one that could have only been from Mapleshade.

"Running in blindly like that, you'll get yourself killed!" Sherri yelled, as if he couldn't hear her.

 

[cathloveydovey]

Zion, Delilah and Misty existed.

 

[FrankieDoodle]

Jessi flew faster, hearing a loud yowl. It sounded like a cat, and she knew it wasn't Wolfram or Sherri. We have to catch her. There are at least four of us chasing her, one of us has to get her. She thought.

 

[Thing2]

Brisa turned to the others, stepping closer. “How can we catch up to them?” She asked. “I can’t just sit here and wait while imagining all the bad thing that could happen to those guys. They’re literally chasing Mapleshade into a place that’s probably gonna be swarming with Pure members. We have to help them somehow.” She said, her voice beseeching.

 

[Thing2]

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[FrankieDoodle]

"How many people work here? It might give me a rough estimate on injured/dead people. If there's over 100 workers, 12 dead isn't bad. Don't get me wrong, it's still really bad, but-" Toby instantly fell silent, it occurring to him that this wasn't something he should say out loud. "Uhh... never mind. Sorry." He mumbled, pulling off his bloody gloves. "Do you have a biohazard waste bucket-container-thing somewhere? Or someplace I could safely dispose of any blood infected things?" He asked quietly.

Before Leona had time to answer him, Toby turned and bolted into one of the medical rooms, looking for someplace he could dispose of the bloody supplies. He hated interacting with people, and he always ended up saying something stupid or offensive when he was around them too long. Curse me and my terrible people skills. Heh, at least I didn't tell the girl I was crushing on that I didn't mind she fell on me. That poor dude is hopeless. He thought, and looked around. He found a red container with "biohazard" written on it. "Aha." He mumbled, and tossed his used gloves out. He walked into the bathroom and washed his hands again, and on his way out pulled out a bottle of non-scented hand sanitizer. He used some, put it back in his backpack, and walked into the main room where Leona & Frosty were located. He glanced between them awkwardly, looking for them to tell him what do to. "So... uh... should I just-um.. should I find the injured people and, um, try to help them, or is there something else I should be d-doing...?" Toby asked, visibly cringing at himself.

 

[HeavensHens88]

Brisa turned to the others, stepping closer. “How can we catch up to them?” She asked. “I can’t just sit here and wait while imagining all the bad thing that could happen to those guys. They’re literally chasing Mapleshade into a place that’s probably gonna be swarming with Pure members. We have to help them somehow.” She said, her voice beseeching.

Ash anxiously ran her fingers through her scalp and gave Brisa a simply sad look that said more than her words would. "I could track them...but..." She hesitated as her battered mind began reeling and had her trail off completely. But it's not like the majority of us can ever catch up with four-footeds. And then there's the factor of them being off-road. Oh, Connor.

Scowling, Bleddyn stepped away from Jenna's van and approached the others. "Too bad I ditched my dirtbike at River's." She tapped her foot on the pavement and frowned in concentration, although not seeming overly concerned for her father and friends as they raced toward an inevitable trap. "Brisa, any chance you toted your hoverboard along?"

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Wolfram pelted through the trees, several strides behind the flagging gray wolf tail ahead of him. Pine needles and dry, crunchy, dead leaves sprayed out of his wake, his small paws barely touching the ground before lifting off again. He had to be thankful for one thing about his pitiful cat skin: his ability to run fast and maneuver quickly with long, lank legs and a streaming tail. He was absolutely positive he had several thorns lodged in his pelt; his wounded shoulder screaming in protest, muscles aching. His throat was painfully dry, jaws open slightly to draw in ragged breaths. His lungs cried in protest as cold air reached them, chilling the skinny cat to the bone. Fur. Orange fur. He suddenly skidded to a halt, and let out a yowl. "Mr. Asfaw! This way!" He yowled, before pelting in another direction, following the snagged piece of fur. He wasn't sure the wolf could hear him, or even frankly understand him, but it was worth the shot. Grass was flattened in the wake of the fleeing she-cat, but no other sign was left that the calico Maine Coon was anywhere close.