Cats Escape

The elves hissed. I could feel the sudden fear decline my strength. But that was no trouble. Leaves crackled, tangling at my paws. A wolves howl filled the night sky. The thieves trudged down the cobbled pathway, on there miniature horses. The number, quite enormous. The firm hooves decreasing my hearing, subsiding my excitement, making me feel empty and lonesome. Unable to hear.
With pathetic discreet I ran for the last of my seven lives. I had one left. One chance to live in this world. Scuffed and slashed of fur, I stumbled down,dodging each of the knives targeting towards my heart. My scarves slipped down to my calves, making my weight increase...almost breaking my ankles from the abreaction. I started past the trees bellowing over me, trying to keep my distance, and keeping from the snatching of my loaves that I was to bring home to my four wives and children. Buckling over then stretching my body, arching my back...I clench my teeth tighter on the food, leaping for a branch, making my way through the sheaves of greenary and fruit.
"Turn back-" I purr, clawing at the door of my tree house.
"I've won. To judge me, was wrong."
I licked my lips and raised my tail in victory.