«We Could Be Legends»

[Amer]

Jessi saw Sherri bolting towards them. "Did you find him?" She asked. By the look on the cats face it wasn't good. "Is he dead?" She asked quietly.
Toby walked back over to the rest of the group. "Where is he? I can go treat any wounds." He offered.

River nearly pounced on Sherri, having half the mind to yell at her for sneaking off, but shoved the growls down her throat. She seemed like she had seen... Something, and it could be a wounded Connor. "Sherri, tell me. Now. What happened? What did you see, hear, or smell?"

Pinned beneath the accumulative heap of rubble, Connor was caught in an intense skirmish of soundless reasoning. I could shift to get myself out of here...but could I even move then? And I can't move fast on two feet...
Look at all of that. At the minimized view of his city's ruin, his already suffering breath suddenly found it even harder to progress through his airways. As he skimmed his grime-fogged eyes, he was able to catch a myriad of conspicuous red splotches among the upheaval, spreading from their dying hosts out into visibility. And where do I even expect to go from here?
He winced as the bone-rattling scream of an emergency vehicle went up from somewhere in the distance, yet close enough to be torture. But at the end of the next discordant shriek, something unobtrusive enough to be starkly noticeable warbled up and trickled into his range of hearing. When it came again, he'd already pinpointed it as a certain cat's yowling. Not even knowing what to feel, Connor scrabbled as far forward as his situation would allow and replied with the most forceful yelp he could muster.

Ash gave a sigh that sucked her shoulders downward and knelt down beside Sherri, her clammy freckled hands giving the little cat a grateful pat for her efforts. "Just...I'll find him." Again, they'd all let tension whip them into senseless aggressors desperate to find their intended allies' weakest point. And this time, it was her own husband who'd instigated it- when she should've easily located and recovered him without having to struggle through this mess of mismatched misfits once again. Too bad I let myself get so...out of it when it matters most. She stood up and began the process of sealing herself far enough away from here to become in tune with areas beyond. But as soon as her eyes closed, her ears were already efficiently sorting through the thousands of chaotic sounds that the crumbling cities were screaming.
Bleddyn's eyebrows dipped sharply to demonstrate her concern as displeasure. "What the heck, Dad?" she said, hardly managing the tone of weak disdain. "Why'd you go and get yourself..." Her words trailed off into a hushed little squeak as she watched her mother's face contort accordingly the sounds she was exposed to.
Ash pulled herself out of the plane of sound waves with haunted eyes, yet her face was calmly set. "I don't think he's okay." She pulled her loose woven shirt tighter around her front, again chilled by more than the unfavorable late autumn weather. "But he's close. I'll go myself. No need to send anyone else out."
"Me too." Bleddyn shoved her way through the group until she reached her mother. Her tightly folded arms said that she completely expected and refuted the redundant protests that would surely come. "Regardless of whatever's waiting for us."

Sherri opened her mouth to speak, conveniently silenced by her own furry jaws, for the only thing that emerged was a soft meow.
Everyone spoke quickly around her, while she was unable to grasp the mere seconds required for her to speak, watching wide-eyed as they harried her. At last she unfroze from her panic, shifting into human form. Suddenly an ache slammed her chest because she shifted too quickly. Her weight made her arms and legs give out because she did not get out of the rather awkward cat standing position, this in turn caused her to fall rather suddenly to her face and chest.
Spitting dirt out of her mouth she let out a muffled, desperate croak, still lying on her stomach. "Ash, River. Found Connor. Find him." She pulled herself to her knees. "He doesn't seem well." If there were tears in her eyes, they weren't visible, for dirt had coated most of her face generously.

 

[RiverStorm]

Sherri opened her mouth to speak, conveniently silenced by her own furry jaws, because the only thing that emerged was a soft meow.
Everyone spoke quickly around her, and finally, she unfroze from her panic, shifting into human form. Suddenly an ache slammed her chest because she shifted too quickly, her weight making her arms and legs give out because she did not get out of the rather awkward cat standing position, causing her to fall rather suddenly to her face and chest.
Spitting dirt out of her mouth she let out a muffled, desperate croak, still lying on her stomach. "Ash, River. Found Connor. Find him." She pulled herself to her knees. "He doesn't seem well." If there were tears in her eyes, they weren't visible, for dirt had coated most of her face generously.

"Ash, let's go!" River ordered, her heart beginning to jump around in her chest, but she paused to give Sherri a reassuring glance. "Good job, Sherri." She murmured, before shifting into a wolf, her legs blurring as she hurtled down the path Sherri had come from, her nose to the ground as she followed the cat's scent back, catching whiffs of Wolfram from where he had ran along, too. Is he okay? I don't smell blood yet, only fear... What if we're too late? Ash will never forgive me for leaving him behind. And what would Tom say if he knew I left his friend behind to die... Focus, Sherri didn't say he was dead. We still have time. Just follow Wolfram's and Sherri's scent...

 

[HeavensHens88]

Wolfram froze, ears angling north. There! He was sure he heard it. Faint, but certain. A wolf yelping, or at least a dog. Hope boiling inside his chest, he pelted towards where he had heard the faint yelp, tail streaming from behind him. What are the chances it's actually him though? What if he's stuck and I can't get him out? What if he's dead by the time I get there? No...stop...gotta stop thinking like that...
He slowed as he reached masses of fallen houses, blood running like a river from under them. I'm to late!
Panic stricken and frozen with fear, he stared at the river of blood with wide, blue eyes. There were so many scents...blood and humans and wolves and cats, mingled together until he couldn't even differentiate one from another.
He shifted into his human form, getting to his feet slowly. Breathing heavily, he glanced around, searching for a sign of life. "Connor?" He rasped, wincing as the word left his aching throat, "howl...or something...anything, so I know where you are, exactly..."

Connor heard him clearly now. He strained to pitch a volley of barks into the agony-tainted air, then flopped back down into the rubble. His pain had him trembling violently and his mind was a throbbing mess; he was no longer certain of the actual extent of his injuries. He was just as battered and uncertain as the crumbling city around him. Probably just as far gone, too.

 

[Thing2]

Sherri opened her mouth to speak, conveniently silenced by her own furry jaws, because the only thing that emerged was a soft meow.
Everyone spoke quickly around her, and finally, she unfroze from her panic, shifting into human form. Suddenly an ache slammed her chest because she shifted too quickly, her weight making her arms and legs give out because she did not get out of the rather awkward cat standing position, causing her to fall rather suddenly to her face and chest.
Spitting dirt out of her mouth she let out a muffled, desperate croak, still lying on her stomach. "Ash, River. Found Connor. Find him." She pulled herself to her knees. "He doesn't seem well." If there were tears in her eyes, they weren't visible, for dirt had coated most of her face generously.

"Ash, let's go!" River ordered, her heart beginning to jump around in her chest, but she paused to give Sherri a reassuring glance. "Good job, Sherri." She murmured, before shifting into a wolf, her legs blurring as she hurtled down the path Sherri had come from, her nose to the ground as she followed the cat's scent back, catching whiffs of Wolfram from where he had ran along, too. Is he okay? I don't smell blood yet, only fear... What if we're too late? Ash will never forgive me for leaving him behind. And what would Tom say if he knew I left his friend behind to die... Focus, Sherri didn't say he was dead. We still have time. Just follow Wolfram's and Sherri's scent...

Connor heard him clearly now. He strained to pitch a volley of barks into the agony-tainted air, then flopped back down into the rubble. His pain had him trembling violently and his mind was a throbbing mess; he was no longer certain of the actual extent of his injuries. He was just as battered and uncertain as the crumbling city around him. Probably just as far gone, too.

Brisa turned away from the car and joined the group by Sherri at the cat-shifter’s arrival. She reached out a hand to help her to her feet, a flood of worry sweeping through her at her friend’s words. Oh, let him be okay!

 

[HeavensHens88]

Sherri opened her mouth to speak, conveniently silenced by her own furry jaws, because the only thing that emerged was a soft meow.
Everyone spoke quickly around her, and finally, she unfroze from her panic, shifting into human form. Suddenly an ache slammed her chest because she shifted too quickly, her weight making her arms and legs give out because she did not get out of the rather awkward cat standing position, causing her to fall rather suddenly to her face and chest.
Spitting dirt out of her mouth she let out a muffled, desperate croak, still lying on her stomach. "Ash, River. Found Connor. Find him." She pulled herself to her knees. "He doesn't seem well." If there were tears in her eyes, they weren't visible, for dirt had coated most of her face generously.

"Ash, let's go!" River ordered, her heart beginning to jump around in her chest, but she paused to give Sherri a reassuring glance. "Good job, Sherri." She murmured, before shifting into a wolf, her legs blurring as she hurtled down the path Sherri had come from, her nose to the ground as she followed the cat's scent back, catching whiffs of Wolfram from where he had ran along, too. Is he okay? I don't smell blood yet, only fear... What if we're too late? Ash will never forgive me for leaving him behind. And what would Tom say if he knew I left his friend behind to die... Focus, Sherri didn't say he was dead. We still have time. Just follow Wolfram's and Sherri's scent...

Ash hurried after River at breakneck speed, immediately putting her running prowess to use. River on fours wasn't exactly the easiest to follow, but Ash had the advantage of two much longer legs that allowed her to navigate the rubble ahead of time.
Bleddyn lunged after her mother, almost falling instantly after her foot caught on a mess of displaced bricks. She caught herself and raced on, her heart hammering setting off wild pulses in weird areas like her stomach and feet.
Ash's eyes were streaming by the time she'd caught up with River and her hair tousled to a frizzled mess, but her breath came with easy silence while she jogged alongside the focused wolf.

 

[Amer]

Brisa turned away from the car and joined the group by Sherri at the cat-shifter’s arrival. She reached out a hand to help her to her feet, a flood of worry sweeping through her at her friend’s words. Oh, let him be okay!

"Thanks," Sherri gasped. She took a few deep breaths as she stood up, dusting the dirt off her jeans. He sure didn't seem alright. He didn't even move. What if he actually wasn't alive?

 

[FrankieDoodle]

"Ash, let's go!" River ordered, her heart beginning to jump around in her chest, but she paused to give Sherri a reassuring glance. "Good job, Sherri." She murmured, before shifting into a wolf, her legs blurring as she hurtled down the path Sherri had come from, her nose to the ground as she followed the cat's scent back, catching whiffs of Wolfram from where he had ran along, too. Is he okay? I don't smell blood yet, only fear... What if we're too late? Ash will never forgive me for leaving him behind. And what would Tom say if he knew I left his friend behind to die... Focus, Sherri didn't say he was dead. We still have time. Just follow Wolfram's and Sherri's scent...

Brisa turned away from the car and joined the group by Sherri at the cat-shifter’s arrival. She reached out a hand to help her to her feet, a flood of worry sweeping through her at her friend’s words. Oh, let him be okay!

Ash hurried after River at breakneck speed, immediately putting her running prowess to use. River on fours wasn't exactly the easiest to follow, but Ash had the advantage of two much longer legs that allowed her to navigate the rubble ahead of time.
Bleddyn lunged after her mother, almost falling instantly after her foot caught on a mess of displaced bricks. She caught herself and raced on, her heart hammering setting off wild pulses in weird areas like her stomach and feet.
Ash's eyes were streaming by the time she'd caught up with River and her hair tousled to a frizzled mess, but her breath came with easy silence while she jogged alongside the focused wolf.

"Thanks," Sherri gasped. She took a few deep breaths as she stood up, dusting the dirt off her jeans. He sure didn't seem alright. He didn't even move. What if he actually wasn't alive?

Toby watched as River, Ash, and Bleddyn raced off. Probably a trap. They're probably going to die. He thought. He dug around in his backpack and pulled out a water bottle. "Catch," He said, and tossed the bottle to Sherri. Without waiting to see if she caught it or if it hit her in the face, he walked to the car and sat down in the passenger seat, resting his chin on his hand.

 

[Amer]

Toby watched as River, Ash, and Bleddyn raced off. Probably a trap. They're probably going to die. He thought. He dug around in his backpack and pulled out a water bottle. "Catch," He said, and tossed the bottle to Sherri. Without waiting to see if she caught it or if it hit her in the face, he walked to the car and sat down in the passenger seat, resting his chin on his hand.

With lightning reflexes Sherri hit the bottle away from herself before processing that she was supposed to catch it. She made a futile attempt before it fell into the dirt with a crunch. She groaned before picking it up and dusting the dirt off of it.
Sherri gulped the cool water greedily before screwing the cap back on and sloshing the liquid around in the bottle.
"Want any?" She asked Brisa, offering the other girl the bottle that was still slightly dirty.
She frowned and tried rubbing the dirt off with her finger.

 

[FrankieDoodle]

With lightning reflexes Sherri hit the bottle away from herself before processing that she was supposed to catch it. She made a futile attempt before it fell into the dirt with a crunch. She groaned before picking it up and dusting the dirt off of it.
Sherri gulped the cool water greedily before screwing the cap back on and sloshing the liquid around in the bottle.
"Want any?" She asked Brisa, offering the other girl the bottle that was still slightly dirty.
She frowned and tried rubbing the dirt off with her finger.

"You were supposed to catch that." Toby said, not needing to look to know she dropped it. "You're lucky it didn't explode all over you. That would've been funny." When she offered the water to Brisa, a look of disgust crossed his face. "Better and less germy idea, she can have another bottle, one that hasn't been used."

 

[Amer]

"You were supposed to catch that." Toby said, not needing to look to know she dropped it. "You're lucky it didn't explode all over you. That would've been funny." When she offered the water to Brisa, a look of disgust crossed his face. "Better and less germy idea, she can have another bottle, one that hasn't been used."

Sherri just frowned and retracted her hand. This guy was kinda rude.