Skip to main content

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...

PIC COURTESY:PINTEREST 


Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

ABERCROMBIE LOCKE MANSION

This post is part of the Blogchatter A2Z Challenge 2026.                                                  CHAPTER 1        ABERCROMBIE LOCKE MANSION  The sky bled bruises of plum and cherry over the rolling hills. A full moon hung low against the mauve casting silver shards through the trees. The mansion made of cold greystone loomed large beyond the rusted iron gates. It grated on the gravel, rasping on the hinges and yawned open like a predator's jaw as Goldwynn booted it open with her foot. Her sneakers squished heavily on the mulch of dead leaves. Clutching her backpack, she looked up at the towering, grim structure forebodingly.  "Are you sure you want to do this?" her friend Lexi whispered, hesitating by the gate. "This mansion's totally cursed, they say." Lexi's voice was a thin thread. A chill crept up her back and she tight...

THEME REVEAL A~Z BLOGGING CHALLENGE THEME REVEAL 2026

  Still indecisive 🤔  The commitment is intimidating, yet this will be my third year of participation that makes me want it to come full circle. Third time's a charm it's said. In 2024, I posted 26 blogs from A~Z--micro fiction, long stories, short stories, poems ( oh yes!) in a motley of genres Magic Realism, Surrealism, also a Creature Horror, a Sci Fi thriller *( in dedication to David Duchovny from X-files who was a crushing heartthrob back in my ancient days haha 😆)* all which can be concised into a broader group --FANTASY ! That was my debut year in the Bloggers world and I completed the event with a flourish. **** 2025 was a year. I had to suspend the event midway through it and fly urgently back home for the major part of April. The theme then was a Mixed Bag.  Reflections, Lifestyle, Wellness and Self Care principles were the topics I touched upon with A~Z titles all in foreign languages. That was the USP of my blogging challenge last year.  A mini fantas...

ANAM CARA

The waves are soft and frothy. Laced with gossamer frills tenderly kissing the tips of my toes covered with the grainy sand of the rugged seashore where I'm sitting, wistful. A gust of briny breeze tousles my hair as I gaze as far as my eyes can see.  A flock of terns wheel overhead, their sharp, shrill cries punctuating the air as they dive and swoop over the surfs. A lone frigate bird , its crimson belly dazzling like a jewel skims majestically above, its long, slender wings outstretched as it rides the thermals high above the ocean. I absorb the sights and sounds of the late afternoon while absentmindedly scooping seashells beside me. As the afternoon phases, the furthest rim of the ocean is fringed in a gilded hem and the sleepy sun yawns, its dipping glow streaking the sky in a mellow tangerine and warm cherry. As I continue sitting there, the ships and yachts appear --specks of light from the portholes glimmering in the distance, reminding me of the phrase “That ship has sai...

Moxie N' Mettle

                                MOXIE N' METTLE  In slivers and fragments as my sleep tiptoes, did I do right or wrong my heart needles… Some skies are born of black holes and tempest wreck,  There glitters not a ray of light, nor a speck When curtains turbid hold all light hostage,  Sandstorms, hailstorms, dust storms, snowstorms, windstorms assail and ravage Spanning my wings as a raging fire  Or as a mellow glow of a fairy light in the distant darkness, quite debonaire I'll ignite my spark from within like a star born into itself spurting lava Or explode leaving trails of cosmic dust like a Supernova I will be the Sun creating galaxies and many a constellation.  Or burn like a single flame of the candle to keep my hopes and dreams alive with determination! I will be at my own pace I will be whoever and whatever I want to be—in my own race Collapse, crash and crumble! But I'll...

HILANG

  Chapter 2                Muay, the Maddening Scamp Seasons had gone by with vibrant autumns and chilling winters. Muay Thai had now  become very outgoing and social. On a full moon night, this newly transformed scamp  had bounded away on some nocturnal adventure.  I waited for her return for almost a week. As I searched high and low for Muay Thai, my heart raced with panic with every passing moment.  On one of my search treks, I spotted something that made my blood run cold. Lying on the ground, partially hidden by the underbrush on the curbside, was Muay Thai's collar. The vibrant fuchsia leather was faded and dirty, but the delicate zircon pendant still sparkled in the sunlight and that had caught my attention. Holding it gently in my hands, I examined it for any sign of what might have happened to Muay Thai. But there was nothing - no blood, dried or otherwise. Maybe, just maybe, Muay Thai was still out there, wait...