We Don't All Have Great Futures

Jayflight followed a strange scent, tail up and nose down. He finally reached the place the scent had ended, taking him to two-legplace. The most hated place in his mind, he took a deep breath and continued. He climbed a near fence, seeing if any danger was in the place twolegs had been living, he saw two cats, knowing they were both not going to attack, if they did he would be able to beat them easily. He felt his foot scratch against the stone that had brought him up, he turned down and let go, landing on his feet and scratching his nose a little bit. He moved his muzzle around, thinking of where else to check for, he remembered, the place had their name in it. Two-legs...He felt warm, rough hands grab against his skinny and fragile bones. He looked back, seeing a two-leg, his blind gaze making the two-leg freeze, but not drop him and let him go. He thought to himself Fight? I don't think I'm able to, he has a strong grip... He gave it a chance and unsheathed his claws, clawing at the tough skin of the two-leg. He dropped him, his back facing the ground. He scattered up purring with amusement as he had proudly beat them. He puffed out his chest proudly before being carried away and getting caught, he felt his paws be lifted from the ground, not knowing what the feeling was like floating in the clear scented air. He felt his paw touch change as he was moved to another place, he didn't know what he was touching but he knew where he was...He was caught...He was gonna die wasn't he? He didn't give up hope though, he knew some cat would realize he was gone.