I surged out of the water, flailing desperately, trying to keep my head above water. “I’m going to drown! I’m going to die! Shut up Lavender, you will not die!” I saw a rock ahead of me, and lunged on to it, only to slide back off. “I knew it, I’m gonna drown!!” A part of my mind screamed.
Suddenly, a branch that was jutting out of the rock appeared. Using the last of my strength, I flung myself towards it, and grabbed it with my teeth. Slowly, I let myself fall to the ground. I collapsed onto the small rocks and hard dirt littering the ground. “I’m so tired. I guess it won’t hurt to sleep for a bit.”
I woke up, and I wondered why I was lying on the banks of a river, and not in my soft and warm bed at home. But then everything came rushing back. The cave, the cat, falling, and hitting the water. Shaking the water in my fur off, I look up. Great. Just great. Now I’m lower than I was before, and climbing up even just ten feet is exhausting. “But I have to get back to my owners. Even if it means climbing this cliff.” Narrowing my eyes, I found the nearest ledge and sprang. “Why does this get even more difficult each time?”
Growling under my breath, I jumped again. By now I was a good ten feet off the ground and sadly, I was already tired. “Come on Lavender! Keep going!! Your family needs you!” Breathing heavily, I jumped again, and again until I had reached a large ledge, jutting out of the cliff. Gasping, I lay down. I hate climbing. Scents and noises are coming from everywhere now. Everything is so weird here! These animals here aren’t in cages, or on a leash. In New York, the only animals with no leash and no cage are pigeons, sparrows, that sorta thing. Pushing myself back up to my paws, I looked up again.
“Ten more jumps and I’ll be at the top.” I jumped to the nearest ledge. Nine more jumps. I leaped again. Eight more jumps. I spotted a large rock perched on a ledge and jumped, aiming for it. Seven jumps left. Leaping into the air, I was whacked by a branch in the face. I let out a shriek and managed to fasten my jaws onto the branch. I scrabbled at the rock with my hind paws, desperately trying to find a foothold. At last, I managed to fasten one paw onto a crack in the rock. Cautiously, I swung upwards and wrapped one of my front paws on the branch.
As I fastened another paw onto the branch, it gave a violent lurch. My hind paws slipped off the rock. “Did I make it all the way up here for nothing?! Am I going to fall AGAIN?!” Why did I start mentally screaming? Well, here’s why. I’m now dangling from my front paws with nothing separating me from a thousand-foot drop.
Suddenly, a branch that was jutting out of the rock appeared. Using the last of my strength, I flung myself towards it, and grabbed it with my teeth. Slowly, I let myself fall to the ground. I collapsed onto the small rocks and hard dirt littering the ground. “I’m so tired. I guess it won’t hurt to sleep for a bit.”
I woke up, and I wondered why I was lying on the banks of a river, and not in my soft and warm bed at home. But then everything came rushing back. The cave, the cat, falling, and hitting the water. Shaking the water in my fur off, I look up. Great. Just great. Now I’m lower than I was before, and climbing up even just ten feet is exhausting. “But I have to get back to my owners. Even if it means climbing this cliff.” Narrowing my eyes, I found the nearest ledge and sprang. “Why does this get even more difficult each time?”
Growling under my breath, I jumped again. By now I was a good ten feet off the ground and sadly, I was already tired. “Come on Lavender! Keep going!! Your family needs you!” Breathing heavily, I jumped again, and again until I had reached a large ledge, jutting out of the cliff. Gasping, I lay down. I hate climbing. Scents and noises are coming from everywhere now. Everything is so weird here! These animals here aren’t in cages, or on a leash. In New York, the only animals with no leash and no cage are pigeons, sparrows, that sorta thing. Pushing myself back up to my paws, I looked up again.
“Ten more jumps and I’ll be at the top.” I jumped to the nearest ledge. Nine more jumps. I leaped again. Eight more jumps. I spotted a large rock perched on a ledge and jumped, aiming for it. Seven jumps left. Leaping into the air, I was whacked by a branch in the face. I let out a shriek and managed to fasten my jaws onto the branch. I scrabbled at the rock with my hind paws, desperately trying to find a foothold. At last, I managed to fasten one paw onto a crack in the rock. Cautiously, I swung upwards and wrapped one of my front paws on the branch.
As I fastened another paw onto the branch, it gave a violent lurch. My hind paws slipped off the rock. “Did I make it all the way up here for nothing?! Am I going to fall AGAIN?!” Why did I start mentally screaming? Well, here’s why. I’m now dangling from my front paws with nothing separating me from a thousand-foot drop.
