Jinjiz watched her sleep occasionally glancing to the other cats that settled close by. They seemed quiet and resting as well. This must be there safe sleep spot, Jinjiz thought. Staying close he gathered his bag of eggs and rested them around his talons. Both Nyr and Greach slept. At least for awhile. Jinjiz noticed that the small hatchling woke before Nyr. He watched energy burst through fuzz as Greach began to play. The small thing began to nip at Nyr. Jinjiz had to appreciate his efforts. Nyr woke with a howl. Jinjiz wasnít sure how the she would respond at first because he saw a flash of confused anger. But she quickly figured out who was the cause of her discomfort. She tried to scold and he listened for a awhile. But his young energy and Nyr slight encouragement had him tumbling, biting, swatting and scrambling after her. Nyr made sounds that Jinjiz could not tell if it really brought her pain or not.
As they tumbled Jinjiz closed his eyes. They were so heavy he could not keep them open any longer. His head felt weighty too. He tucked his chin in and his wings folded over his head. His breathing slowed.
Fly, fly, fly, that was all he could do as the heat flashed behind him. Every inch of Jinijz knew his world was burning. The flames danced so high they flicked their sparks right past his wings. Not many of the flyers made it past the tall dance of fire. Those that did each headed out in different directions. The elders walking priest had placed bag in their talons, opened the sky and sent them off. Fly, fly, fly. Not one of them knew where, how long, and for what purpose. They did know they carried the eggs of their world. Before Jinijz ever saw land again he was sure most of the eggs would not survive. But as much as his dreams were filled with the escape that was burned forever in his mind he also saw the kitten from his past lands being cleaned, licked, played with, by a creature that knew nothing of him or his flights.
Luckily Jinjiz was able to catch some needed sleep before her heard the rumbles of the sky. A strom was coming. He could taste it in the air and feel it in his bones. He lifted his head to see Greach walking with more strength in his little legs trying hard to prowl back and forth with his mother Nyr. As soon as Jinijz saw the two Nyr made a sound Jinjiz didnít understand. He stood, lifted his chin and stretched his neck and wings. Jinjiz looked around and noticed the other cats were gone, most likely to find a place from the storm. Jinjiz did not mind the rain but he realized Greach might be better undercover. Then again Jinjiz had never been in a storm of this worlds.
He looked around the area and saw a few caves in the far rocks. He would guess the cats already took their places inside them. He sang to Nyr, a long cry that dipped in note and volume at the end. They was an under hanging from a cluster of thick trees just past the other end of the open grasslands. Would that work? He sang and nodded in the direction asking Nyrís opinion.