Pushing their faces against the glass the twins gazed out with amazement at the landscape far beneath the Feliner.
Stretching out for miles in each direction was a large, lush jungle. With high mountains met by low valleys, separated only by a thin layer of clouds drifting between the ridges of tree coded peaks.
“I’ve never seen a forest this big,” exclaimed Wiley Kit, her eyes wide. “I think it’s even bigger than the Forest of Magi Oar.”
This isn’t a forest,” Panthro explained, walking up from behind “it’s a jungle.” “What’s the difference,” asked Wiley Kat.
“Not much from looking at it but you’ll find out once we step in,” he answered, in a dark tone.
“Are we sure the stone is in there,” asked Cheetara, her voice line with concern.
“No mistaking it,” replied Lion-O. “That’s where the book
The great effort the cats put in fighting through the jungle wasn‘t evident in the distance they had achieved. Only four days in and they barely made a dent in their lush surroundings.
Every step they took was amount to battling through thousands of hands pulling them back.
No one felt this more than Cheetara though she had not fainted again, she still felt unwell.
The days however are not as bad as the nights, with the little sleep she could get filled with torment. Waking sweaty and out of breath from dreams she couldn’t remember.
Just about all the cats had had enough and will be glad for the day they can finally leave this place far behind them.
The only ones who still had any energy were the twins. They were in awe of the splendid oddities around them, with each step they discovered something even more strange and magical.
They would chase the whimsical, little creatures they find, collecting the multicolor