Short be short. Late b late.
The tiny tabby sprinted up the wall. He panted heavily and looked down at his attackers. Their howls and barks filled his ears. There was no getting out of this.. "Louey! Hold on!" A yowl sounded as a fluffy tom sprinted towards Louey. "R-Rusty?" He mewed. The tom arrived shortly and took the kit's scruff. Rusty dug his teeth into the tiny kit and ran away as fast as he could. At a safe distance, Rusty glared at Louey. "WHAT THE HECK WERE YOU DOING!?" He shouted. "They were dogs, what do you think?" Louey chuckled weakly. "You could have been killed! And then where would I be?" Rusty continued to hiss. Louey flattened his ears. "Sorry Rusty.." He apologized. "I guess I forgive you.." Rusty mewed back.
