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KALE LUZEREAN ( THE LONG WAY HOME)

 

Chapter 5:

                 The Long Way Home

Under the cover of darkness, the cats Muay Thai and Fluffnut made their move. The Ryujinite crystal cleaved the bars of the catio with a soft hum. 

Muay darted towards the catio door, her sleek body weaving through the bars. She walked behind Fluffnut yet with determination and spunk written all over her.

Bounding lithely over hedges, they were careful to crouch and slink in the shadows until they left the row of houses and the sprawling lavender fields far behind them.

Hours later, they found themselves in a cramped, dimly lit alleyway, lampposts flickering madly. The silhouettes danced in a sinister fashion. The sounds of the bustling city were alien to them. Despite walking closely together, Muay shivered on this cold night.

It looked like it would rain in a while as a few stray drops trickled on their heads. Their hearts pounding in unison, they sprinted down the alley without looking back, their paws barely making a sound on the damp pavement. 

The Ryujinite crystal, clutched tightly around Fluffnut’s paw, glowed with an ethereal light, guiding them through the shadows.

As they navigated the savage city streets, the crystal's power protected them from harm. They dodged huge trash cans and leapt over puddles, senses on high alert always.The city was a jungle, but with Thorwynn's guidance and the crystal's power, they were unstoppable.

In half a jiffy they had made their way into another eerily lit alleyway, this time the sounds of the city muffled by the surrounding towering buildings.

As they finally emerged onto the main street fear evident in both their eyes, the blinding city lights and the cacophony of sounds threatened to drown them in the deafening whirlpool. But Fluffnut stood tall. His fur puffed up, blowing against the wind, he guided Muay swiftly through the chaos. They wove past pedestrians and cars, swerving through the honks and screech of tires with their eyes fixed only on the horizon.

Suddenly, a loud bark pierced the air, startling them anew. A menacing shape emerged from the shadows of a tall fence. It was a snarling Doberman, its teeth bared, blocking their path. Muay’s eyes widened with horror, yet she stood her ground, arching her back and hissing defiantly.

With a survival instinct she swiped her paw at it. The dog was taken aback by the sudden reflex and he hesitated for just a crucial moment. That was all the time the cat duo needed. With a lightning-fast slam, they escaped the dog's snapping jaws and made a dash for it leaping over high barbed wire fences and cruising through shortcuts.

As they caught their breath after the daring escape, they noticed a subtle change in the air. The Ryujinite crystal still clasped on Fluffnut's paw, began to glow with an intense, pulsing blue light.

Suddenly, Thorwynn reappeared and gestured to a nearby suburban lane where a faint recognition of a familiar neighborhood gathered swiftly. "Ah! Young feline ones, the threads of fate are drawing you closer. Prepare yourself, for the reunion is at hand."

With Thorwynn’s words, they felt a thrill of excitement mixed with a hint of trepidation. 

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, they saw a familiar home and a loving face in the distance. Hearts swelling with joy, they sprinted towards their hu-mum, their paws drumming the pavement in perfect sync.

As they reached hu-mum’s side, they collapsed onto the cool freshly sprinkled lawn, panting and exhausted but triumphant. They had outsmarted their captors, braved the dangers of the city, and were reunited at last. And as they gazed up at her, their eyes shone with a deep and abiding love, knowing that they were home at last. Their Forever Home

To be continued...

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