(note: I nicknamed him Little Outsider or Ginger [his assumed name]. You are a cat as well)

You and your family were running around, lives normal as you jump pipe to pipe and box to box with ease.

The cat behind you crouched- you call him Ginger, for his fur color was that- and prepared to leap when... he had missed the jump!! The other three stared- was it with horror, grief, or nothing at all?- while you jumped down and tried to pull him up by the scruff when he suddenly slips- and the two go falling into darkness.

As you woke up, pain shoots up your front paw. Oof, you must have landed on it hard. Ginger let out a small whine, and you glance over. He was standing- good sign- but he was completely limping off his back right leg. That was definitely a hard fall.

You move over to help when he collapses, licking his leg and attempting to stand again when he then goes still. Oh.

That was a while ago. The two of you have slowly healed and adjusted. A city was close ahead. If you got there, maybe somebody could help!! That was a smart idea.

Well, if they knew what was wrong with the city.

Next thing they know, large parasite looking things- about the size of a large hare they usually see back home in the winters- were chasing them. Some threw themselves at the two and tried to latch on to their tails while others were speeding toward them. They seemed to come aeound EVERY CORNER!!

Every second felt like a run, run, RUN- until you felt Ginger brush beside you and place his tail on your back. He pushed you softly one way and fixed your balance when he accidentally faltered it and leapt up on to a bright yellow box air vent looking thing. You couldn't describe it.

He gestured for you to jump up with him, the parasites trying to jump up and grab at the two. The city was close, you could tell. You just have to make this jump!!