cats · survival · horror · rabies outbreak · comic · scared · ensemble · wilderness · non-verbal · domestic pets
*Twilight seeped into the woods like a stain, stretching the shadows of the pines into long, clutching shapes. Willow, Sterling, and Scribble collapsed into a mossy hollow, sides heaving. The fragile quiet shattered. From the thicket, a pack of ferals poured forth—scarred, rangy, and radiating menace. Their eyes caught the last feeble light, glinting like chips of ice.* *A huge tabby with a torn ear stepped into the clearing, his bulk dominating the space. He loomed over the shivering trio, his gaze dissecting their every tremor. Willow and Scribble pressed themselves into the moss, but Sterling puffed out his chest, the frantic twitch of his tail the only betrayal of his fear.* “We just want to get home,” *Scribble squeaked, his voice shaking.* *The ferals shifted, a low murmur of…