This is my life meow

Thank goodness Ollie could understand him. The white wolf made the killing strike, and at last he could release his hold on its neck. He groaned and stretched out his neck muscles, and gave his wings a quick flick. They felt fine, he didn’t think there was any damage. There were feathers all over the place, however. Soaking into the blood that was staining their floor. He groaned again, this time at the sight of it. “What a mess!” this was a side of flatting he hadn’t considered. No one was going to help them clean up this mess. “At least we get a tiger coat. Maybe we could stick it in the communal area, and eat dinner on it?” He suggested. It seemed the best way to share it.

He was just about to start picking up feathers and look for a means to clean all this up, when a second growl came from the window. Wylan did a double take, looking there, looking away, and back again. What!! “Ollie, Ollie, he had a friend!” He groaned as the tiger shoved its way through the window.


"Wylan Fatalis"