Bored At School

[Jay Artemis Wolf]

So here's a little collection of stories I'll write when I'm bored in school.
Sure, I have school work to do but most of it is saved on my computer at home and there are no free disc computers at the moment. So enjoy my pointless little fictions 'cause I'm bored enough.

[Jay Artemis Wolf]

(Intro written from the POV of my cat, Oliver)
It was mid-evening where I live, out in the big-bad city. I've been here ever since I was a kit and I know the sounds and scents well. This is my domain.
But recently, some strange scents have come to my attention. Those of other cats besides me. Which is strange, because in my territory I am the only cat. There are two dogs that live with me and my housefolk, and they are very yappy and extremely irritating. Sometimes I wonder if dogs have even ONE brain cell, or is it all bees that make them act so crazy?
I don't know. Dogs have aways been a mytsery to me. Always will be I'd bet too.
Bu anyway, I'm getting off topic here. These new scents are strange because for as long as I've ever known, I am the only cat. I know two other cats, an old geezer named Razz and a puffy cat with an attitude named Joey. Razz died a few years ago, however and I haven't seen Joey in a long time. I only met him once and boy did we not get along...
These scents... where are they coming from? They always seem to be outside my window in the housefolk's master bedroom. Where the fire-escape is. I wonder... Are there other cats roaming free in the city?
(I've been itching to write this for so long. It's short, I know, but there's nothing else to write lol. I'll make it longer later. ^^Epilogue)

(Chapter 1 POV 3)
Oliver yawned, stetching out his stiff limbs. It was the early, early morning. None of his housefolk were up yet, and everyting was silent. Silent that is, except for the honking of horns and screeching of tires outside his window. Oliver lived in the city, you see. He was used to this noise. It didn't bother him that a driver suddenly honked loudly to get traffic moving or that a fire siren went by. He didn't care, it was all normal to him.
Oliver jumped down from the housefolk's bed and padded through the living den into the kitchen where his food was. He ate a few bites and then pulled away. Why was it that his food was always so dry, compared to the dog's? Plus the fact the dogs ate his food regardless. The housefolk must spend a fortune on cat-food for him, he would have to thank them... Eventually. He jumped up onto the kitchen windowsill and then onto the counter where he used his muzzle to turn the tap on and drink some fresh water. The water tasted better fresh from the tap then sitting in a bowl all day and night, in his opinion anyway.
(pawsed
Yep I gotta go, LATERRR!!)

[Jay Artemis Wolf]

"Run!" Screamed a very large muscular bengal tiger, pelting through the rainforest trees. Fire lapped at his back and tail, swirling around his paws. Behind him three others fled the forest, following his fiery striped pelt.
A lithe black panther sped up to his side, "Ki-Gong, what about the cubs?" He asked.
"The cubs?"
"Your cubs! Your son!" The panther sounded shocked. How could the Yulin Huangdi forget his own son in the blaze!
"Shiluo!" Ki-Gong stopped short. "I have to go back for him!"
"No! It's too late now." growled a muscular darker furred tiger. "He's probably dead, it's no use going back now."
"But Czar, he's my son!" Ki-Gong insisted, lunging forward only to be cut off Czar.
"Leave him!" The muscular tiger snarled and forced Ki-Gong to continue his sprint forward.
"Chi, what about the rest?" Ki-Gong asked as the panther slipped up to his side.
"The rest? They probably fled the second the blaze started. I don't know what started this masacare, but it can't be good." Chi replied. "We can regroup with them later."
Ki-Gong nodded and sped on, but his stomach was full of rocks dragging him down. Something told him that his son wasn't dead, but alive and struggling to escape the blaze. He had to go back... But if he wasa wrong, he would endanger not only his life but the lives of his comrades. With a heavy heart and every fiber of his being screaming at him to plunge toward the flaming heart of the fire, he continued until the boiling warmth ceased its hold on his now signed fur.
Somewhere... Somehow... Shilou was still alive.


Burning... Blazing... Scalding... Ouch!
A small tiger cub leaped up, his white pelt easily seen in the fury of the flames. He yowled in pain as the flames lapped at his pelt. What?! What's going on?! "Daddy?' The cub called out, then again more frantically. "Daddy?! Where are you?! Daddy!!" The cub got up from where he had been sleeping and glanced around, seeing nothing but a huge wall of flames in front of his nose wherever he went. "Mommy!! Daddy!!! Where are you guys?!" The cub whimpered, feeling a sudden sense of being completely and utterly lost, abandoned...
He was scared.
He was scared!
Fear was something that a tiger should never feel.
The cub came to the startling conclusion, after his cries were ignored and his friends and family were no where to be seen, that no one was around. He was on his own now. Alone in the blaze. Smoke whirled around in the air and filled his lungs when he breathed in, making him feel dizzy. He had to find some way out!
The tiger cub scanned his surroundings and found a place where the flames weren't as high. He could make that jump, couldn't he? No use just standing here either way... He reasoned and backed up a little bit, then took off full speed toward the gap in height. With a single powerful bound his paws left the ground and he soared over the flames as they tried to eat away at his belly fur. The cub smiled triumphantly at himself, looking back at the flame wall. His victory was short lived, however, as a tree came crashing down about to crush him! He sprinted forward, fear making his pelt bristle as if he was made of thorns. Trees began to fall to his right and left, flaming bush limbs blocked his path and he often had to duck or take the harsh stinging to his face.
A river. If he could find the Naagi river he would be safe.
The cub's paws began to burn against the scalding ground as he forced himself onward, the smoke choking him as he tried to increase his pace. A tree falls over his path and he jumps it. Bushes disintegrate in his way and rake his back fur with their powerful burning claws. He tries to tune into a strange sound, but the roar of the flames snuffs it out almost immediately. The smoke is desperately clinging to his insides now. He can't breathe, his pelt feels like it's on fire, his pads-he's sure-are singed off. He feels as if his legs are about to give out when the trees start to thin. He forces himself onward and finds that they break away to... A river bank! He's made it!
-the point at which I actually give a damn about grammar, usage, and spelling-