Michael couldn’t believe his luck. Jackson was well and alive! It couldn’t be real. It was a miracle! they chatted endlessly for hours until they heard the birds stop tweeting and the wolves howling. Slowly they snuggled together and fell into a deep sleep.

DING! ****! They woke up for a start. Stretching and yawning, they set off  through the alleyways of the sewers, greeting each neighbour with joy and scavenging for a delicious breakfast. On their way, they found a small unnoticeable gap in the ground. As their curiosity grew, they pressed their ears against the floor and heard strangely familiar muffled voices. Carefully, they slid through the gap and fell onto a soft velvet cushion. They looked around in awe. The walls were neatly painted a glorious scarlet colour and soft blankets were spread out on the floor. As they expressed their wonders, a shadow loomed over them from behind.

” What are you doing in our territory?!” snarled a sharp voice. They glanced around and their jaw dropped.

“N n n nothing  w we were just…” stammered Micheal his voice tailing off. He looked helplessly at Jackson and gave him the look to run!!! and Michael nodded in agreement.

“Don’t even think about lying!” shrieked another cat that appeared that behind him. He had a painful scar across his face and had tiger stripes on his fur. Michael looked deep in his eyes and knew straight away who it was. Razor. They used to be best friends and someone had told him he had died. No. He had betrayed them.

“Well if you don’t answer it will be the worse for you!” growled Razor his eyes fixed on Michael. Michael stepped forward and glared in his emerald green eyes. He could see the scared sweet caring soul. SLASH!