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"Run, Susan! Don't let them catch you!"

"Oh, Susan...."

"SUSAN!"

A feline snaps awake from what was an ominous nightmare. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she looks at the completed flags on the table beside her bed. They were a blood-red, with three dark green, horizontal streaks running across. On them was a black rose, its stitching a deep maroon. Yawning, she sat herself up.

Looking out her tiny window, Susan could see that the sun was just slightly in view. The moon was taking over... and so will the rebels. She pinched the skirt of her dress, for she was also ready.

Standing up besides her bed, she slipped on her blue shoes and sauntered into the hallway, turning on the lights as she went. As she stepped onto the front porch, two figures looked her way. They sat upon a table, and smiled as Susan walked towards them.

Putting a hand to her hip, she shook her head. "Christopher, you know how bad smoking can be for your lungs..." A rabbit of about 19 looked down sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck, cigar in mouth. The boar besides him chuckled, patting the lad on the back. "Arr, Chris. Don't yeh worry- I'll make sure yeh can get all th' smokes we can afford... in 20 years!"

"Oh, hello Mr. Fausk. Why are you here?" asked the feline, who pulled up a chair to the table they sat by. Blowing smoke, the boar replies, voice thick in accent. "We came to see how yerr doin' missus Avanik. I hear th' soldiers have been roundin' up any potential traitors to th' high an' mighty 'ruler' Balkings. Gon' punish all who are suspected, yep." "But what about the innocent people, Fausk? I'm sure Balkings cares, even just a little?"

Christopher quickly tapped the table, getting their attention. He then pointed out to the street, where two soldiers were talking. They glanced at them, and made their way towards the three. Fausk and Susan seized all talk of the going-ons at once, and found the table much more interesting.

"Hello there. May we inquire as to what you have been chattering about oh-so concerned so?" the guard asked, a not-so intrigued look upon his face. His partner on the other hand looked over each of them, writing down their demeanors mentally. Susan looked at the other two, and answered the soldier, "Oh, we are going over the stories of our times. Catching up, you know?" she smiled a loving smile, tail curling onto her lap, and the guards looked at each other. "Ah, I see. Have fun, I guess." And off they went.

Once they were surely long gone, Fausk breathed a long sigh. "Susan, listen. Once you've done all yeh can, please- leave as fast as yeh can. There's no doubt they'll come to yeh again, may even snoop 'round yerr house..." "Fausk, please, it's all right. I'm the one who sews their coats and tends to their boots. If I was thought traitor, then they'll have to find another master seamstress. You know how few there are around these parts." The feline looked out to the now dark sky... and her heart nearly jumped out of her chest.

With great urgency, she ran into her house, saying a quick "Rebellion's here!" to her guests. Grabbing the flags she had made earlier that day, she stuck them in the pocket of her apron-dress, and ran outside again. They had gone, no less to alert the others. Running as fast as she could, Susan dashed through the streets, slowing down only to enter down a flight of stone steps.

Once she was down, the cat was met with several others who were a part of the revolution. Handing out the flags, Susan took notice of their choice of weaponry- guns, knives, pitchforks, and few swords. She would not stay long enough to see them in use, that's for sure. As they nodded their thanks, they left to the above world, entering the fray.

Susan stayed down, and waited.

As time flew by, silence prevailed. Was this really going to happen? Were they really going to do it? Her thoughts shattered as shots blew out, and yelling could be heard. Slowly standing, Susan sauntered up the stairs, and saw red.

Smoke was adrift, fire raging. People were setting things on fire! Dashing to her home, she was extremely relieved to see that it was still fine. She hunted around for things to take with her, placing them all carelessly into a pack. Slinging it over her shoulders, she hurriedly walked out again, looking at her home one last time. The feline braved down the cobblestone streets, careful not to enter the fray. Susan walked on, and on, when a shout rang her way.

"Hey! Stay where you're standing!" Quickly turning around, a guard with a dark, blue was pointing his rifle at her, and Susan's heart raced. What was she to do? Looking around with just her eyes, the cat slowly took once step to her right, and the guard called menacingly out, "I said, stay where you-!"

The soldier shot at the sky, his sentence not to be finished. On his back was none other but Fausk, who was struggling to hold down the guard. He held the his face tight, and hollered to Susan, "Run, Susan! Don't let them catch you!"

Obeying immediately, she turned tail, running for her life, running for what could be her friend's last request. As Susan dashed on, scenes of the battle flashed by- women and children were tending to the wounded and dead, while lives were taken here and there. She hated this, she hated the conflict.

Not seeing where she was going, she bumped into a rather large figure. Before Susan could look up or run, they slammed her straight in the head. Still conscious, she started to get back up, but her eyesight weakened. Smog made her eyes teary, and her head rang.

"Whuh..." she whispered, before she saw black.