They Never Came

THIS IS A WIP! More chapters are to come every week or two! I hope you enjoy :-)
Spøøkles (talk)
 
Jackie- brown tabby she-cat with a russet stripe running up her spine and green eyes
 
Myler- small tortoiseshell and white tom with amber eyes
 
myler and jackie speak
 
“Who’s there? Lichen- oh! A traveler! Well, hello there. How did you get-”
 
“You shouldn’t be here! Leave before you-”
 
“Myler! Of course they can stay for a bit, but then they must leave before it arrives.”
 
“Hmph. Well don’t say I didn’t warn them when they can’t find their way out.”
 
“Don’t scare the poor thing! A-anyway, hello, visitor. How did you get to this sacred land?... Ah. H-huh? You want us to explain what we were talking about?”
 
“Tell ‘em. It wont do them any harm to face the truth about the lies.”
 
“I swear to god, Myler.”
 
“What?!”
 
“You know. … s-so, uh… I guess we can tell you about this.”
 
“Not me. I’m not going through all that hell again.”
 
“Fine. So, young one, do you believe in magic? No?-”
 
“Gullible idiot, this traveler is.”
 
“MYLER! S-sorry, kid, I don’t know what’s gotten under his fur today. Anyway, I’d assume you don’t believe in magic. If you’re curious why I’m asking you this, it all started during our kithood…”
 
“Aaaaand, the great story begins!”
 
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“Jackie, wait up!” a shrill squeal could be heard from behind Jackie. The brown and russet she-kit whipped her head around, almost face-planting, to face her tortoiseshell and white friend.
 
“What, Myler? We’re almost there!” Jackie called, slowing her pace to catch up with him. Myler cast a couple nervous glances around the forest they were in.
 
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Myler asked softly, flinching as the loud screech of a hawk could be heard not too far away. “There are lots of dangerous animals here… we’re only kits!”
 
Jackie narrowed her eyes at the small tomkit, her fur bristling as she turned away to continue walking. This was your idea coming here, Myler! “We can’t turn back now!” Jackie rasped, glancing over her shoulder “We’re so close! Remember Rosy told us that the ‘dullest forest full of twists and turns holds magic?’”
 
Myler opened his mouth, scrambling up to his friend. “Y-yeah, but she also said that the magic needs to remain untouched!”
 
Jackie rounded on Myler, giving him a gentle cuff around the ears. She smiled a little as Myler squeaked in surprise. “But whose idea was it to come here?”
 
Myler frowned, shifting a regretful amber gaze down to his paws. “Mine,” he mewed quietly, snapping his head up as the screech of the hawk grew louder. “But this still counts as my idea, so I say we head back!”
 
Jackie flexed her claws, rolling her green eyes before continuing deeper into the damp forest, ignoring Mylers protests. “That’s not how ideas work, dummy. And besides, this could make us famous! Nobody would bully us anymore! Don’t you want that? This is a life changing adventure! As Daniel always says-”
 
“Alright, alright, you stupid furball!” Myler nudged Jackie gently, wearing an amused grin. “You made your point, now stop blabbering! I guess you’re right; let’s go-”
 
“Look out!” Jackie suddenly let out a screech, fear surging through her as the shadow of a large hawk came into view and started to circle the two kits. Myler followed Jackie’s frightened gaze, gasping in surprise before turning and scampering away towards a hole under a nearby tree.
 
“Hey- wait for me!” Jackie cried, squealing as the talons of the hawk attempted to grab at her. Thankfully, Jackie was just in time to avoid it, causing the hawk to let out a furious screech, opening it’s huge beak and swiping it’s narrow head at the she-kit. Jackie gasped, squeaking as she scrambled to her paws and started to sprint as fast as her little legs could carry her to Myler. Suddenly, she felt something sharp rake down her flank. Turning her head, Jackie realized that the hawk had left a big scratch on her side, and now had its beak closed around her tail.
 
“No!” Jackie screeched, pain and terror stabbing her as she found herself being lifted off the ground. “Myler, help me!” she cried to the small head poking out of the hollow, unsheathing her claws and digging them into the ground as a desperate attempt to save herself. “Myler! Please!”
 
The tortoiseshell and white kit leaped out from the hole, and Jackie wanted to rip off his ear as he glanced around as if not knowing what was right in front of his face. “Myleeeeeer!” she screeched, now clinging to the ground with only one claw. Myler disappeared into a bush for a moment, but that second was enough time for the hawk to yank her claws out of the dirt and was now a couple of tail-lengths away from the ground
 
That’s when Myler reappeared with a stick in his mouth, and the kit didn’t hesitate to fling the stick at the hawk. Jackie heard the thawk as the stick hit the huge birds side, and it let out a furious cry, causing it to let go of Jackie. No, no, no! She screamed inwardly as she faced the hard ground getting closer and closer. She hit the ground with a small thump, and for a moment she couldn’t breathe or more. Myler was at her side in an instant, grabbing at the she-kit’s scruff and tugging her to the hole. Jumping to her paws after she regained oxygen, Jackie quickly tore herself away from her friend and the two kits barely escaped from the bird charging towards them, Jackie squealing as the hawk swiped her tail with its talons.
 
“Get away from us, you dumb bird!” Jackie saw Myler swipe at the hawk’s narrow face poking into the hole in the ground. Idiot! thought Jackie as the hawk snapped its beak at the tom.
 
“Myler! Get away from it!” Jackie hissed, grabbing the tomkit’s scruff and pulling him away to the other side of the hollow. The hawk screeched, attempting to wiggle its huge body in. Fortunately, the hawk was too bulky for the narrow hole, and it it let out one last cry before squeezing its head out and taking off into the sky.
 
“A-are you alright, Jackie…?” Myler looked at Jackie who was licking her stringing wound. The she-kit was holding back a chorus of whimpers as she flicked some blood off her whiskers. To her relief, Myler stepped out of the den for a few moments and came back with a wad of cobwebs wrapped around his paw and a bundle of gray leaves in his jaws.
 
“Here. Daniel told me cobwebs help patch up wounds, and that this leaf, dock, helps the wound heal. I found them earlier, if you’re wondering,” Myler explained, putting the dock leaf in his mouth and squinting his green eyes as he chewed the herb up. Jackie stared at him, half-grateful and half-disgusted that a wet herb would be put on her scratch. Myler spit the pulp of dock onto his paw and hopped over to Jackie. Lifting the other paw with the cobwebs, Myler gently applied a little too much webs to her wound. Then he carefully rubbed the dock on the cut.
 
“Ow! Myler, did you do something wrong?” rasped Jackie as a burning sensation arose from her wound. “That stings!”
 
“Daniel told me that it’s normal for the wound to sting,” Myler mewed gently, putting on a little bit more dock before stepping back.
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