The dense foliage brushed against his sensitive whiskers as he gently, and slowly slid through the brush. Using all his past training to be as silent as possible. He was being hunted, by a trained, and ruthless person. Why this other person was after him was anyones guess, but it did not matter. All that mattered was survival. A thick bead of sweat ran down his furry for-head, pooling onto the bridge of his nose, and down his chin. It was like a bad Vietnam movie. His enemy was hiding somewhere on the other side of the jungle. He knew that he was cornered. A wall was at his back, man made perhaps. The cat morph slowly hunkered down on all fours, and advanced out of the steaming shrubbery. Directly in front of him, was the perfect cover: A lazy-fur reclining chair. Looking back on the jungle in which he had emerged, he realized that the artificial plants could use a dusting. Snapping back to attention, he stretched his neck out, looking around the corner. snap! A lightning fast projectile flashed past the wise cats ear tip. Another inch lower, and it would have been all over. Getting up and bolting, he made a break for the next area of the game. Which just to happened to be the kitchen. A large mound of red scales sat in the middle of the room, seeming to shake with laughter. It must have been in his mind however, as the battle lust tends to affect a furson at the best of times. Gently opening the screen door, and sliding outside, the only noise he made, was his combat helmet getting caught half way. The unseen assassin was on his tail however, and silently moved behind a giant beach ball. Thinking he was home free, Alden kept running, and did not notice the assassin ready his firearm. With a crack, the projectile was released. The deadly missile making its way for the intended target. Hearing what surely must be his death, the sturdy cat morph turned around, and caught the intended weapon in the forehead. Crossing his eyes upwards to see the impact site, a large rubber dart dangled off his fur. It was stuck there with some unknown substance. Said substance was already seeping its way into his body, replicating, growing. A hissing noise could be heard over the roaring laughter from the kitchen, as alden began to inflate. Larger and larger he became, exploding out of his combat fatigues. Like a blimp on overdrive, the cat became a large rounded version of himself. Swelling to 50’ in diameter, and pushing everyone, and everything out of his way. A deep groan was heard all over the city, half from the stretching of his skin, half from how much he was enjoying this. Suddenly, and very expectantly, Alden exploded. Shards of his rubberized frame rained down all over the back yard, recollecting, and reforming into the cat. As he opened his eyes, all he saw was a large red scaly head, and a smaller cat morph. “I win again dad!” “So this is how you play with roddy eh alden? Heh, looks like fun.” Shaking the groggyness out of his head, he grinned. “Good one son, you got me square on! You kinda broke the atmosphere in the kitchen Tombfyre, try to keep the laughter to a minimum.” All said and done, the game of urban combat was finished for another day. The trio retired to the family room, for drinks, food, and more entertainment. The game of life however, continues on into infinity. Tombfyre. 2002.