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Bulletproof -- Shimmer's Story
By: Puddincat Date: May 3, 2014, 5:34 pm
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B U L L E T P R O O F
Chapter 1:
"Stop it, Yellow, you're squishing me!" I squeak from beneath a
heavy blanket of golden fur.
"Is that what you're gonna say when you go to battle? You'll
lose every fight!" my larger companion retorts, not releasing me
from his grip. If anything, his hold of me gets stronger, and I
let out a frustrated groan. It really sucks being small
sometimes.
In a sudden burst of motivation, I shoot out and away from
Yellow, skidding around a large rock to hide from him.
"Shimmer! You're supposed to fight back!" Yellow whines, jogging
around the solid barrier to find me again. I squeak and run the
other way.
"No fair! You're bigger and older!"
"Come on, Shim! You're not a pup, are you?"
"Actually, I am--" ...back on the ground, with a heavy body on
top of me. For a few seconds I can't breathe, and I'm in a
panic. I start to flail my paws and squirm wildly in desperation
to free myself. In what seems like forever, I'm out again,
panting, and I'm almost sure I look terrified.
"There you go! That's how a real wolf does it!" Yellow praises
me, panting himself. A few patches of golden-brown fur lay on
the ground where if fought for my life. I avert my gaze away
guiltily, and look instead in my friend's yellow eyes, my
expression cold.
"You almost killed me!" I bark loudly, and hurl myself at him
with as much force as I could. Clearly not anticipating my
attack, he falls over easily, and I'm pinning him to the ground.
"Don't ever do that again, Yellow. Do you understand me?"
Yellow just smiles, and it really irritates me. "Sure thing. You
did well." He moves to get up and I stumble over him and regain
my balance. I can't think of anything sassy to say back, so I
don't say anything. I watch the older canine as he walks away,
and I eventually start to follow him. On the way back to Water
Pack camp, I think about our little spar. Wip
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