Lemon had stayed up all night, plotting. After their previous escape attempt, a family of twolegs had taken them in. They had removed their collar before trying to run away, so none of the twolegs knew where they lived or who their owners were. This was just fine by Lem; it was easier than earning the trust of their original owners again. Now, as the clock struck twelve, they stood up and sniffed around. "It was the night of escape when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The duck plush was tucked by the doorway with care, in hopes that the right moment soon would be there. The twolegs were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions and dreams danced through their heads. Well, what do you know, I /can/ rhyme." Lemmy whispered to themself as the poetic phrases came to them. As quiet as a ghost, they grabbed their duck plush and disappeared into the night. Muttering a quick prayer to Starclan that they would escape safely, a dark figure ran down the street. Lemon wouldn't be cowardly, no matter what other cats said about them.
late but woo so cool might edit later text is from their escape srp
