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The Magnificent Seven Cats AU: Come Home, Chris
by Pirate Turner
His ebony fur was slick and matted with sweat. His swollen tongue lolled out of his dry mouth. He gasped for water to fill his burning lungs as he stumbled through the desert sands and the hot, summer sun beat unmercifully down upon him. His mind was a jumble of agony and despair. He had come out here to die.
A large shadow fell across him as Chris sank to his knees. A paw reached down and pulled him up into strong, comforting arms. "It's time you came home, old buddy." Buck would not have taken no for an answer.
The End