New Yorkers may have a hard time admitting it, but Chicago is the birthplace of the skyscraper. And this building is the skyscraper that started it all.

 This home insurance building was born out of a great frenzy, that followed the Chicago fire. Most of the city had been made of wood, but soon, becoming more advanced they started to use other resources, such as: being rebuilt in stone, iron, and a “new” material called steel. The buildings sudden advancement made the economy flourish, and other structures in the city started to become, bigger, better, and most importantly… Higher! But, there was one problem, which many architects and engineers seemed to have creating and refurbishing these buildings, they became darker, thicker, and less attractive to its visuals. The walls, so it wouldn’t fall down from weight, were made thicker, to hold more weight. That left very little room for air efficiencies, such as windows, air vents, and becoming more advanced in ventilation. Barley anything could be inside except for basic lighting. This was clearly a problem.

William Jenny had found an solution. At that time it was astounding to have new buildings with proper ventilation, and air filtering. Its like to us, getting a brand new car. Having it be better, more advanced, and much better visually. William wasn’t an developer or an architect. But, rather, an Engineer. He found out, that if you built a iron skeleton, you could have stability, rigidity, and height without the thickness of structural stone. This idea was revolutionary, very exciting in fact. thousands of skyscrapers that would follow it. The construction industry of the time saw the potential and Jenny’s tower, already being built with iron, but changing it to steel after someone in Pittsburgh offered some of this material to him. This was called, the “Father of All Skyscrapers.”

Though, there have been many lies, counter claims, and claims over the many decades, or even years, the matter had been dropped, and put to rest by the 1896 investigation of the engineering record. Declaring that William Jenney did in fact design, and partly build the first ever sky scraper.

Who (Who is it about?) – Jane J. Lee, National Geographic, and the Giant, Slimy, Mutant worm.

What (What happened?) – Fishermen in Taiwan recently spotted a giant, bright-green worm – shooting out what looks like a pink tongue and posted a video on YouTube, which has gone viral.

Where (Where did it take place?) – A dock in Taiwan.

Why (Why did it happen?) – They think its an animal coming out of the sea depths.

How (How did it happen?) – By seeing it before stepping on the giant worm. ( It kind of looks like a clomp of shiny plato 😀 )

Summary

A video struck the internet about a large, green worm, waggling about on a dock in Taiwan. Some fisherman, only minding their own business, suddenly came across it. Luckily, having a camera to shoot it. During the video, a large, pink “tongue” shot out of its hole for a mouth – Fascinating, and even, creeping out its viewers. The creature in question is a type of nemertean, or ribbon worm, called Lineus fuscoviridis, says Jon Norenburg, chair of invertebrate zoology at the Smithsonian’s Natural History Museum in Washington, D.C. They say that it crawled out of something brought of from the ocean. Such as: An old tire, some Seaweed, or a Hollowed-out rock. But, they don’t know for sure.

Well, what do you think the pink thing wriggling out of the worm is in the video? Well, with new information, we found out its a “proboscis.” Which, is one thing that defines this creature from every other worm. (Of coarse, except for its body, which is green, and slimy looking.) Its actually an organ. The worm uses it to capture its prey using long distance accuracy. The sticky end captures his prey, soon eating it whole.

Born In Richford, New York (N.Y), on July 8, 1839, Rockefeller had moved with his family to Cleveland, Ohio when he was 16. When he was teenager, he wasn’t afraid of doing hard work, so he applied for multiple jobs around his town. Landing his first real assistant Job when he was 16, a Bookkeeper, with Hewlett, and Tuttle. – Who were Commission merchants and Produce shippers. But soon, at age 20, Rockefeller went on his own, with a new business partner, working as a Commission merchant, just like his old friends. And, at the year of the business’s closing, he had already earned $450,000! In 1864, Rockefeller married Laura Celestia “Cettie” Spelman (1839-1915), an Ohio native whose father was a prosperous merchant, politician and abolitionist active in the underground Railroad.

Soon, oil became popular in the United States, and he saw an opportunity to make money out of it, not knowing, it would soon be the most dominant oil company during his time. Standard oil. He set up an oil refinery during the time of 1863 near Cleveland, a short distance from Pittsburgh. And, in two years, he was already successful. Which was the biggest in that area. It didn’t take much further success to let Rockefeller know, that he was going to dedicate attention full-time to his oil business.

In 1870, Rockefeller and his other business associates fully incorporated Standard Oil, making it official. It immediately prospered rapidly. Rockefeller and his company would go to the extreme to run others out of business. Some of which civilians called “cheating.” But he didn’t care, he would let the law deal with it. Sadly, with such an aggresive push into the oil industry, the government had to take action. Congress took into notice that Standard Oil was in an unstoppable March, so it seemed. The Company was to big, to dominant, for the public’s well being, and good. The Company was broken off, and split into many, dissembled pieces. Preparing many spun-off company’s. After nine whole years, the company was reassembled. In 1911, though, the U.S declared the new entity in violation of the Sherman Antitrust Act and illegal. Also, in Violation of Anti-trust laws.

Soon, Rockefeller retired from his company registrations, during the mid-1890’s, before it was in direct violation. When retired, he still had is load of money. Intrigued by fellow Gilded Age tycoon Andrew Carnegie, he donated more then half a billion dollars to various educational, religious and scientific causes, and the institute for medical researchers. (Now named Rockefeller university, after great remembrance of what he did.) Surely, we will be able to learn from Rockefeller’s great planning, and ideas in his development. But also, learn from his mistakes to become even better.

Who (Who he was) – Theodore “T.R. ” Roosevelt Jr. was an American politician, author, naturalist, soldier, explorer, and historian who also served as our 26th president!

* Had a nickname – “Teede.”

What (what he did) – He had a couple of things he was famous for, such as: At age 42 when becoming President. He was a New York State Assemblyman, US Civil Service Commissioner, President of New York Board of Police Commissioners, Assistant Secretary of the Navy, Spanish American War Hero, Medal of Honor Recipient, Nobel Peace Prize recipient and US VP, and Governor of New York State.

Where (Where he lived) – He lived in many places during his life, but his main area he lived in was Sagamore Hill, New york.

When (When he lived) – October 27, 1858 – January 6, 1919.

Who (Who was he?) – John Davison Rockefeller was an American business magnate and philanthropist. He was co-founder of the best Oil Company during his time, Standard Oil.

What (What did he do?) – Rockefeller Founded Standard Oil and Bought almost every oil company in his time. Clearly, Standard Oil was the Dominant oil company, and he wouldn’t stop there. He would be the first person to get a Monopoly. – He was the richest man in the world. –

* He controlled 90% of the oil in the United States peak.

* Formed very Reliable Trusts.

Where (Where he lived) – He was born in Richford, Newyork, In 1839. Moved to Cleveland Ohio when he was 16.

When ( When he lived) – He lived threw July 8, 1839 – May 23, 1937. (He was 97!)

CrookedStar’s Promise – Prologue

The Riverclan’s camp was suffering, and breaking begrudgingly as a gargantuan storm hit their camp. Rain, Lightening, and even Hail glittered out of the clouds belligerently. Shellheart, Riverclan’s deputy was racing around the devoured camp, being crushed by fallen trees and struck by lightening. Hailstar, the new leader of Riverclan, was also racing by his deputy at full speed, helping the cats that were being injured by the storm’s rage. Rainflower, a new Queen, was huddled in the nursery. A thousand questions rose in Shellheart’s mind. The final thought of his woke him from his thoughts, Duskwater, an elder, was gone. Before the storm had come, she had gone into the forest by herself, with no one to company her. They would worry about that later, but they had to get Rainflower out of the nursery, it was being torn to pieces as the flood ripped it apart stick by stick, reed by reed. As Shellheart struggled to squeeze into the nursery’s entrance, he glanced at his mate. She was barring his kits, and wouldn’t let them get hurt. Rainflower yowled, and announced the kits were coming. They had to think fast. Quickly, they went into the shelter of some Oak trees, and made a small, comfortable nest to have the kits in. Berrynose, the Medicine Cat, gave Rainflower a stick to hold in her mouth, and told her to push.

As the rain started to lessen, Rainflower had given birth to one kit, and Berrynose took it, gave it to his father, and started to help her deliver the other. As they waited, finally, with one last effort, she bore a tom. Two toms, their names were Oakkit, named for the Oak trees that sheltered them, and Stromkit, for the storm that brought them there.

Warriors: MoonRise – Prologue

One by one cats padded into the musky clearing, they were dirty, with mud covering their pelts. Some damp from missions,  and the others dry from resting in their nests. The Stoneteller,  the leader of the Tribe of Rushing Water, had walked to the middle of the cave. Where, a deep pool lay. He had described from the pool that he saw a Dark grey feline, who would save them from their enemy. Stonetooth, the Mountain Lion, had haunted them for many moons, and finally, the Tribe of Endless hunting had answered their prayers.

Wings of Fire: Moon Rising – Prologue – Pages 1-4

Secretkeeper, a Nightwing, had been stumbling across the Volcano’s rough, shadowy terrain. The island, as dull as it was, seemed suddenly dangerous. She had wondered why she had kept her huge secret, and if she should regret it. She entered a den – a shortcut to the corridor, which outside the Rainforest lay, damp, and wet. Inside the den, one of her – only – friends, Farsight, had been glaring at her with empathy, with Mastermind in the corner, also glaring at her. She had lied to all of her tribe, even her freind, that her only egg had cracked. But, actually, it wasn’t, she had hidden it, outside of the smoke covered island. Today, the egg would hatch. Many voices inside of her head told her to run, as fast as she could, to go and help it hatch. Secretkeeper snarled at Farsight, telling her that she woulden’t understand her loosing an egg, – because she had two healthy dragonets. Stomping off, leaving Farsight, and Mastermind in the dust, she flew over the lava beds, to the corridor. That was where Preyhunter stood guard, with a spear in his left talon, staring intently at the Volcano.

Wings of Fire – Moon Rising – Prologue – Pages 4-9

Preyhunter had asked if the Volcano would erupt, Secretkeeper answered saying that according the Mastmind’s accusations, and calculations, that they would have more time before it erupted. Preyhunter didn’t think that Mastermind was right, but, he asked where Secretkeeper was going at this time of night. She lied, saying that she was going to go catch prey, he let her through, not knowing that she was actually sneaking out. Soon, after flying along the signs she had left herself, she arrived at the spot she had left her egg. It was gone. She searched frantically, thinking this was her punishment for lying to her tribe. Then, her eye caught on something. Illuminated in silver covering, with star shaped cracks, was her egg, laying in the clearing.At first, three days ago, when she checked it, it was black, just like any Nightwing egg. Maybe something was wrong with her? But Secretkeeper would love her anyway. It rocked suddenly, she picked it up in her palm, and it cracked into a hundred tiny pieces. A black dragonet layed in her hand, searching upward, laying her green-blue eyes on her shape.

Wings of Fire – Moon Rising – Prologue – Pages 9-11

She had been the most perfect dragonet, a perfect tail, perfect body, everything was normal, and almost – even – better then the normal Nightwing dragonets born on the island. She had one flaw, though, yet, it was a beautiful one. A silver scale, the shape of a tear-drop rested at the corner of her eye. Secretkeeper and risked so much, and it was all worth it. Morrowseer, the dragonets father, could never know that he had a dragonet. He would punish Secretkeeper, and take away the dragonet. She glanced back at her dragonet. She stared intently at the two moons circulating above Pyhirria. The land in which they lived. She decided, to name her Moonwatcher. For her fascinated glare as she watched the two planets. Secretkeeper promised that no volcano would hurt her – not even the one on the island, where the other Nightwings lived. Suddenly, she heard a voice, calling he back.

Wings of Fire – Moon Rising – Prologue – Pages 11-15

“SECRETKEEPER!” Preyhunter had bellowed, thundering his roar through out the forest’s canopy. She cursed to herself, calling him an idiot. She turned to her dragonet, only two hours old. Touching her talons along with hers, she told her to stay safe, and stay tucked in her hiding spot. Curling ferns around Moonwatcher, she made sure it was concealed, suddenly remembering the many dangers. Other dragons, prowling jaguars, even curious scavengers. (Which the dragons call humans.) Suddenly, she felt someone staring at her. Moonwatcher stared intently, almost, wait, could it be? Reading her mind. Only the ancient scrolls had said that long ago generations could read minds. The Nightwings didn’t have that power anymore, but, maybe, perhaps she did? Secretkeeper touched her talons gently along her daughters head, thinking: Stay hidden, Stay secret, Stay safe. She seemed to understand, giving a slight, slow nod.

Another yowl echoed through the forest. “SECRETKEEPER!” She said one final goodbye, and off she flew, back to the cavernous island Nightwings called home. Moonwatcher was still concealed in the ferns, a few moments had passed, and barley, a whisper could be heard.

“Mommy?”

Wings of Fire – The Dragonet Prophecy – Prologue – Pages 1-4

An Icewing flew across the Storm, a Skywing egg clutched inbeetween his talons. Two Sandwing guards seized him by the neck, pulling him to a coruscated cliff, where they attached two mettle chains around his muzzle. Burn, the Sandwing commander, taunted Hvitur, throwing the dragonet egg between her two-talons, questioning him on where he got it. He didn’t answer, only looking up guiltily at his fellow dragons. She said he was a fool thinking her ally would let this egg go away unnoticed.

Pretending to slip, she dropped the egg, its shattered pieces meeting with the bottom of the cavern. Burn laughed maniacally, Hvitur snarled, saying she was a monster. Suddenly, as fast as a strike of lightening, Burn stung her poison-barb into his shoulder,tearing his wings, sending him tumbling down to the cliff like the egg. Which, he had risked so much to save.

The Wings of Fire series is one full of adventure, suspense, cliffhangers, and mystery. Surely, a reader that loves to be hanging off their seat will want to read these books, but, personally my favorite book so far, is the second book of the first series. The lost heir. Tui T Sutherland did an excellent job on the protagonist’s feelings, suspicions and wonders, through out the whole novel, but, for now, I will be reviewing on the following: The plot of the book, What I didn’t like, and what I did like.

The book takes place in the world of Pyrriha, complete with seven different kingdoms with different species of dragons.  The Icewings, pridefull and arrogant, The Seawings, organized and shy, The Mudwings, strong and loyal, The Skywings, grumpy and battle hungry, The Nightwings, mysterious and smart, The Sandwings, Stealthy and inorginized (because their queen was murdered), and Rainwings, who are careless and peaceful. – They are always in lala land. –  But, in this book it mostly focuses on the Seawing’s kingdom and the bay of a thousand scales.

The whole plot of the book was mystery, because the dragonets, Tsunami (the protagonist), Clay, Sunny, Starflight, and Glory were trying to figure out why Queen Coral’s offspring (her eggs) were being destroyed in the Royal Hatchery. They found them cracked, broken, and destroyed the day after they were laid. Partly, that is why Queen Coral is so over protective about her -thought- only daughter, Anenome, because she was one of her only hatchings that survived. Other then Tsunami, which is figured out later in the book. Throughout the chapters, Tsunami is assaulted by an unknown  Seawing figure, when she try’s to fight back, and find out the attacker’s name, he escapes. Begrudgingly, Tsunami finally gave up. Soon, when guarding her sisters egg from the attacker, something attacked her again. It was hard to fight off his/her scales were as cold as stone. It belligerently attacked her relentlessly, and when she finally got it into the light, she noticed it was a….The Statue!  The statue was in a resemblance of Orca, her first sister. She was an animus, meaning that she could enchant items to do her will. Orca was killed by her mother, Queen Coral, because she was trying to steal the throne from her. Sadly, Queen Coral, accidentally killed her, and before Orca died she enchanted the statue to kill all the future heirs to the throne, so that nobody else could have it. But, of coarse this was solved. After, they destroyed the statue, so no more heirs would be killed.

There were a couple things I didn’t like about the book. Tui did an utterly good job, but she didn’t let some of her characters get a chance to explain their past. For example, poor Kestrel, The Skywing guardian sworn to protect Tsunami and her friends in the cave, was killed and thrown down into the cavernous cliff, where Clay – the Mudwing – had found her. All I’m saying, is that I think she should give her characters a bit more time to up build their story. She does this throughout the series, with multiple characters. But, the one thing that bothers me the most, is when you learn about a new character, and you try to figure out the story, but you never learn about them. This also goes into the “Dying without Reason” theory, that I just explained, because, some characters die before you get to know their past, and what they have been through. Another example: Whirlpool. In The Lost Heir, Whirlpool is accidentally killed by Anenome, the secret Seawing animus, and Tsunami’s sister, by enchanting a spear to figure out who the one trying to kill Tsunami was. It turned out to be him, and when the spear finally came back, Whirlpool died along with the enchanted object’s powers. We never got to know his character personality, traits, and pasts. But what we did know, is that he was Cruel, Ambitious, and Greedy. But, nothing else.

The characters in this progressing series all have their own personalty traits, facial features, and different opinions. I feel that Tui did a good job on creating different things and how the other dragons learned how to cooperate with each others differences through out the book. Tsunami, the main protagonist, and one of the prophesied dragonets, is very protective, and stubborn. She is always ready to stick up to her friends, and keep them safe from any alarming dangers, threats, or possible enemy. But, sometimes this can lead to unneeded fights with other dragons, usually twice the size as her. Also, she is very hard-headed, or “stubborn.” She always thinks her opinion is right, and will start a huge argument about it just to prove it. She will never back down, not in tell it kills her. This can be seen throughout the book, with both of her bad, and good qualities. This is what I most liked about the book. How Tsunami’s past kept being unraveled before our – the readers – eyes.

* Pre- 1790’s

Most Scientists believe that humans first came to America over the Bering straits over 20,000 years ago! These were the ancestors of the current, or extinct Native Amarican tribes, people, and culture. These people would live on this area for thousands of years to come. Around the 1,000th year, Vikings started to move into the land, and about five hundred years later the great European migration began. Crossing the ocean, meant a few months of having sea sickness, crowding, limited food, and horrible disease, but the lure of available, new land, was to strong for them to overcome. Most of the time, the greetings with the Europeans and Native Americans were peaceful, but also, the new immigrants brought horrible diseases with them, who the Native Americans weren’t amune from. Both nations clashed, and sadly, the Natives were introduced to small pox, which was an eradicated virus that used to be contagious, measles, and the plague.

 In the 16th century the Spanish had already established themselves in St Augestine. Soon, in the early 17th century, thriving, but small communities dotted the landscape! The British in New England and Virginia, The Dutch in New York  and New Jersey, and the Swedish in-planted in Delaware. But, Europeans weren’t the only only immigrants in these community’s, – sadly, people were takin from their homes as slaves, who usually did a lot of work for their “Masters.”  As one slave could recall: (this is an actual quote)

“…I looked around the ship…and saw…a multitude of black people of every description chained together, every one of their countenances expressing dejection and sorrow, I no longer doubted my fate…”

* 1790-1820

In the six years the United States earned their independence, In Thomas Plaine’s world, “The asylum for the persecuted lovers of civil and religious liberty from every part of Europe.”

In 1790, the first Natrulization act was passed, which stated, these (known) exact words: “…Any alien, being a free white person, may be admitted to become a citizen of the United States…”

The first Census was underway, and there were 3.9 million people living in Amarica. And of that million, the largest group (heritage wise) was the English. 20% was African Amarican. And Scottish, Irish, and German were also counted, but Native Amaricans weren’t. Congress couldn’t do anything about stopping the immigrants from coming, – the Constitution gave that power to the states the immigrants were going to. – However, Congress was now allowed to ban the Slave Trade after 1808.

In the early years of the Republic, immigration had a great start, – 6,000 peopal on average, including French refuges from Haiti. By 1806, the flow of immigration was a trickle, because of Napolean and England’s disputes. And it didn’t help when the war of 1812 between the U.S and Great Britain unleashed, slowing immigration even MORE.

In 1814, peace was reastablished, and because of that immigration from Great Britain, Ireland, and Western Europe resumed peace. For now. And, when they came back, major port cites were overwhelmed with disease, and people. So since that sickness was so bad and hurt many people, Congress decided to pass the Steerage Act. Where ships had to keep cleaner, more humane boats for passengers for less chance of disease. – This happened in 1890.

* 1820-1880

The industrial Revolution finally began! Finally, the slave trade was nearing an end, and Amarica started pushing Westward. Thousands of immigrants found work on trans-continental railroads (RR) who also settled for a bit in towns along the way. And with the word of the California Gold-Rush going across the world, it lured people from both Asia and Europe.

Although a lot of immigrants were drawn to Amarica, during this time, but the most people who wanted to escape their country were the Irish. Back at home, a great famine had interrupted itself in Ireland, leaving a lot of family’s broken, distraught, and saddened. 1.5 were found dead because of starvation.

But, the Irish weren’t the only newcomers. Rapid population growth, changes in land distributaries, and industrialization had destriped many European poor people, or peasents, and artisans from their homes. They came in threw major Eastern ports – and New Orleans. Soon, the Chinese came in the 1850’s entering through San Franscisco.

As the past,  these new immigrants were welcomed to both people from the confederate and Union sides of the Civil war. They were seen as soldiers, that they could use in battle, or just helping with shops and other things back at home. – Both sides replied on strength, but during hard times, immigrants were sadly passed out.

Is Captive Lion Hunting saving the species?

Captivated Lion Hunting (C.L.H) – Is usually described as Torture, cruel, Barbaric, and dishonorable. But, what if I told you, that maybe, Captive lion hunting is helping save the species?

An Oryx carcass is held by a string to the branch of a sturdy tree, put there for the unsuspecting lion that thinks its a free dinner. But usually, the hunters put them there as a trap. The poor animal won’t know what hit them before it’s to late.

When Australia “banned the importation of lion trophies” this year, It was the first country to take legislative action on this particular problem. – Which is very popular in Africa. – Now, since Australia passed this law, conversationalists and Activists of the Anti-Caltive-hunting lobby are trying to get it banned in the European Union!

In South Africa, the hunts involve lions being born/bred in cages. And once they are four years old, they are let out into the ranch, which is usually many acres. Where, the hunters with rifles, bow and arrows, or any other type of weapon goes to kill the animal. And, Sadly, currently about 1,000 ( one thousand ) are killed each year. – Usually in the ranch their are 6,000 separate lions, so, every 6 years, they need to capture new lions to kill. -Meanwhile, and surprisingly, the population of lions have plummeted from a century           ( ago when it was 300,000 and is now 20,000. )

Hunting Lions to save them?

Advocates of the Lion hunting community are saying that by breeding hunting-lions, that they are conserving the other species out in the wild. ( Or outback. )

“For every captive-bred lion hunted, your saving animals in the wild,” Said Pieter Potgieter, chairmen of the South African Predator Association. ( S.A.P.A ) If there were less captive hunts, he says, there would be more sport hunting and poaching of lions.

♠

A cold breeze gripped the plain, forest, and moorland like an icy-talon. Snow was on every surface, faintly glittering underneath the dim light of a new moon. Nothing broke the silence of the forest’s theme except the rare hoot of a occasional snowy owl.  Even the rush of the river was just a stilled icecap covering from bank to bank.

There were three shadowed shapes slinking across the forest’s undergrowth, their pelts pricking upward to warm themselves from the gripping cold. A faint clicking of callused paw-pads echoing against the nearly hollow tree trunks.  A medium-sized grey she cat, with speckled black ear-tips led the way through the blizzard.

“Spade, I think we should rest and camp here, I feel like my paws are going to freeze off.” The tallest of the three, a reddish-brown tom named Rowan, remarked half-heartily.

“Yea, my whiskers are dripping icicles!” The smaller tom, Jay, a grey-tabby lined with dark stripes whimpered steadily.

“Alright,” Spade, acknowledged grudgingly. They have traveled for days, and still, they hadn’t been able to find themselves back to the others. ” We’ll rest in that hollow in tell the moon is at full sky-length then we will head back to the trail.”

The hollow was an old tree gripping with a hole down five squirrel-lengths, a few fragments of un-captivated snow still lingered there, but the rest was old leaves and hay from a abandoned bird-nest. Spade’s wary body plumped onto the nearest spot to the  entrance, protecting her tribe-mates from the colder climate.  Soon, a deep sleep over took her, and dreams swelled her mind.

Their was no warning. Rocks crashed strongly against the cavern’s sides, cats yowled, screamed, and screeched. Frightened caterwauls echoed. Spade was huddled up in a secure crack, as she watched other cats being crushed in horror. She saw in the distance a tiny black and white kitten being taken. Soon being scooped up by a long-arm. That was the last she saw her brother. Cinders, the nursery’s fur-mother skidded across the clearing, landing next to the crack at almost full speed. She grappled Spade’s silky-furred scruff and pelted through the fall of debris and dust, zigzagging onto fallen boulders, sinking cliffs, and torn crevices. She was just in time to throw the speckled kit to a grassy haven, before she herself was crushed like many others.

Spade woke up with a jolt. Her speckled ear tips flickering from side to side, trying to come back into true reality. Letting out a huff she wondered, will I ever see him again? No, don’t think of such foolish things, he was picked up, stolen from us. He’s possibly dead, who knows what they did to him? Her gaze rested on the moon’s beaming light, silver lining the ring of her pupils. Gradually, she memorized that it was moon-high.

Her whiskers twitched, then she opened her mouth to speak: “Wake up, its moon-high and we need to get moving. The early bird gets the worm.” She quoted, rising back to her mitts.

“Aww, but do we HAVE to?” Jay’s complained mew ricocheted across the hollow’s once silent theme.

“Yes, now come on you lazy bones.”

They trekked across the snow-covered forest. Leaves toppled from the tree’s canopy as the snow’s flakes were to heavy to keep them gradually sturdy. The three’s once familiar paw prints, were now starting to drain away from the storm’s constant sheathing of rain. Soaking wet, they still pelted on, trying to keep trace of their friends once known whereabouts. Soon after what seemed like a millennia, they reached the Long-arm houses.

Crouching, Spade’s long fore-arms latched onto the fences pointy end, getting a clear sight of the rising rivers circumference. Its definitely gotten larger, the ice must have melted and made it bigger, we should leave before something horrible happens.

Pelting warily across the fence’s borders, the trio’s tail-tips could only be seen through their blurr, but a couple of squirrel-lengths after, Rowen suddenly halted to a dead stop. His whiskers twitched, ears suddenly high in alert, and nose shifting incredibly fast.

“… I believe I scent some other felines,” His head jolted side to side. “They smell like house-cats, owned by a long- arm of some sort, one cat smells oddly familiar, I think we should check it out…”

Spades tail twitched uncomfortably, knowing how hostile some pets could be, she had learned the hard way. Gazing at her scar, hidden on the left side of her fore-leg she opened her mouth to speak, but Jay cut her off. Knowing that she was going to protest.

Spade’s tail flicked uncomfortably, knowing how hostile some pets could be, she had learned the hard way. Gazing at her scar, hidden on the left side of her fore-leg, she opened her mouth to speak, but Jay cut her off. Knowing that she was about to protest. “That’s a good idea, we can ambush them when they least expect it.” The tip of his tail pointed to a bush, suspiciously implementing that they could use the bush for their cover. Spade silently agreed with a nod of her head, meaning it was an intriguing, yet frightening plan.

Sun beams were rising through the clouds thick, sulfurous appearance. The forest’s theme seemed silent, as though it was just walking up from hibernation during the winter’s chill. The animals that hibernated coolly soon came out of their dens, giving the trio a good stock of prey before they finally landed close to the other feline’s seemingly headquarters. The bush that rounded their temporary camp was blessed with bright purple flowers, which Spade had guessed just opened to the sun’s reassuring warmth. Thankfully, the bush had no prickly-thorns, and the trio’s paw steps that day were inconsequently soft so the unsuspecting cats couldn’t tell they have been followed. One of the four, a sandy-colored she-cat was laying down, with two others surrounding her agile structure. A black and white tabby seemed to be on alert, with a flick of her long tail, Spade made the single to move. Spade, Rowen, and Jay jumped out, side-by-side with a ferocious hiss. Frightening the strange cats with their fur pricked.

“Who are you?“