In a fairytale valley, a island of love and happiness, there was no such thing as pain. Everyone loved and trusted. The birds sang and the rivers shone a beautiful, clear blue. Flowers covered the hilltops and prey scuttled in forever plentiful groups amongst the tall golden stalks of the meadow grasses. Cats lived happy lives in little villages. They had simple jobs and loving families. Life was just about as good as it could get. So infinitely blissful, the island was named after its famous trait. The island was named Rapture.
It was also an island of magic.
But then, disaster struck. Fires burned down entire villages. Ancient trees were fallen. Grasses perished. The streams ran red with blood and the lakes were splashed with tears. The island had lost its namesake. It was no longer a land of love and happiness, but a land of hate and pain. But, more importantly, the land lost its magic.
There is one gemstone that contains all of the magic ever imagined. The gem's location is unknown. If cats of the island could find this gemstone and bring it back to Rapture, it could mean purging of the evil lurking in every corner, every shadow, of the island.
One group of cats is the only thing that is keeping the island from dying off forever. Their mission is to bring the magic back to Rapture and the hope back to the cats who have lost it. Whether the battle is won or lost in the end, that is up to you to decide.
-KittyLover8
© 2012
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Friday, July 27, 2012
Moth
The sister of the butterfly,
An unspoken beauty,
With pale wings,
She takes flight.
She soars through the night,
Through the silent black sky,
Where once flew,
The butterfly.
The shadow of her colorful cousin,
Moth takes flight,
She does not care.
Just as long,
As the wind and the air,
Are there for her.
-KittyLover8
© 2012
An unspoken beauty,
With pale wings,
She takes flight.
She soars through the night,
Through the silent black sky,
Where once flew,
The butterfly.
The shadow of her colorful cousin,
Moth takes flight,
She does not care.
Just as long,
As the wind and the air,
Are there for her.
-KittyLover8
© 2012
Firefly
Firefly,
Firefly,
Light up the sky,
Fly with wings spread wide.
Firefly,
Firefly,
Come out to play,
'Till the sun rises to begin the day.
Firefly,
Firefly,
Fly home with me.
Oh, firefly,
Firefly,
Forever be free.
-KittyLover8
© 2012
Firefly,
Light up the sky,
Fly with wings spread wide.
Firefly,
Firefly,
Come out to play,
'Till the sun rises to begin the day.
Firefly,
Firefly,
Fly home with me.
Oh, firefly,
Firefly,
Forever be free.
-KittyLover8
© 2012
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Nightfall
The night may seem like a cold time of ghost stories,
Of the cackling witch and the howling wolf,
But take a closer look,
And this is what you will see....
The birds sing the last song,
The bats ready for their dusk hunt,
The owl leaves her perch silently.
The sun hides behind the violet mountains,
Beyond the horizon,
Casting the last of its warm glow over the earth.
The moon rises,
Its silvery glow dimly lighting the trees and grasses below.
The stars twinkle and wink and shine,
Radiantly sprinkled across the sky.
The moon flowers open,
Welcoming the moon's gray light.
The fireflies gaily blink their lights,
As they dip in the chill air of the night.
The wild cat hides in the shadows,
Her green eyes ever vigilant,
Of her unwary prey.
The birds nestle in their homes,
Sleeping with the sun,
Awaiting the day,
Awaiting the sun.
The bats swoop and dive in the sky,
Silently scooping up their last mosquitoes,
And then head back to their homes,
To rest until dawn.
The owl, too, sleeps for now,
Waiting for the time when the sun will once again come over the hills.
Little frogs sneak into the darkness,
Chirping the songs of the night.
Crickets join the corous,
Soon, the night is filled with sounds,
The sounds of the midnight creatures singing the song of the night.
Raccoons raid the cornfield,
Nibbling on the soft, white ears contentedly.
Field mice creep from their homes into the darkness,
Pink noses twitching.
Moths fly through the sky,
Their beautiful tan wings catching the night breeze,
They are the butterflies of the night.
This ragtag group of nocturnal animals,
Large and small alike,
Looks for food,
In the night.
The sun begins to rise,
It's scarlet and indigo rays just visible on the horizon,
Marking the start of the new day.
The moon retreats,
The stars begin to fade,
When the night becomes day.
The moon flowers close,
The fireflies disappear,
It is time for the diurnal animals to awaken.
The wild cats hides in her den,
Resting until the night comes again,
When she can once more stalk her prey.
The bats awaken, once again,
Time for their hunt to resume,
The owl, too, flies from her perch,
To prey on a retreating mouse.
The frogs and crickets end their song,
It's time to sleep once more.
The raccoons leave the cornfield,
And head for their homes by the riverbed.
The field mice return to their hiding places,
In hopes to evade the owl's claws.
The moths leave the bright skies,
For their sisters, the butterflies.
The birds sing once again,
To great the new day.
It is time for the sun to warm the earth,
Until the moon rises once more.
-KittyLover8
© 2012
Of the cackling witch and the howling wolf,
But take a closer look,
And this is what you will see....
The birds sing the last song,
The bats ready for their dusk hunt,
The owl leaves her perch silently.
The sun hides behind the violet mountains,
Beyond the horizon,
Casting the last of its warm glow over the earth.
The moon rises,
Its silvery glow dimly lighting the trees and grasses below.
The stars twinkle and wink and shine,
Radiantly sprinkled across the sky.
The moon flowers open,
Welcoming the moon's gray light.
The fireflies gaily blink their lights,
As they dip in the chill air of the night.
The wild cat hides in the shadows,
Her green eyes ever vigilant,
Of her unwary prey.
The birds nestle in their homes,
Sleeping with the sun,
Awaiting the day,
Awaiting the sun.
The bats swoop and dive in the sky,
Silently scooping up their last mosquitoes,
And then head back to their homes,
To rest until dawn.
The owl, too, sleeps for now,
Waiting for the time when the sun will once again come over the hills.
Little frogs sneak into the darkness,
Chirping the songs of the night.
Crickets join the corous,
Soon, the night is filled with sounds,
The sounds of the midnight creatures singing the song of the night.
Raccoons raid the cornfield,
Nibbling on the soft, white ears contentedly.
Field mice creep from their homes into the darkness,
Pink noses twitching.
Moths fly through the sky,
Their beautiful tan wings catching the night breeze,
They are the butterflies of the night.
This ragtag group of nocturnal animals,
Large and small alike,
Looks for food,
In the night.
The sun begins to rise,
It's scarlet and indigo rays just visible on the horizon,
Marking the start of the new day.
The moon retreats,
The stars begin to fade,
When the night becomes day.
The moon flowers close,
The fireflies disappear,
It is time for the diurnal animals to awaken.
The wild cats hides in her den,
Resting until the night comes again,
When she can once more stalk her prey.
The bats awaken, once again,
Time for their hunt to resume,
The owl, too, flies from her perch,
To prey on a retreating mouse.
The frogs and crickets end their song,
It's time to sleep once more.
The raccoons leave the cornfield,
And head for their homes by the riverbed.
The field mice return to their hiding places,
In hopes to evade the owl's claws.
The moths leave the bright skies,
For their sisters, the butterflies.
The birds sing once again,
To great the new day.
It is time for the sun to warm the earth,
Until the moon rises once more.
-KittyLover8
© 2012
Sunday, July 22, 2012
The Origin of the World
Sugar took the last bite of her mouse. She sat back on her haunches and began to wash her face and paws. She repeatedly licked her paw, then rubbed her face with the paw.
Tiger sat up abruptly, smacking his lips together with a mixture of content and anticipation. “Can I ask my question now?” he asked excitedly.
“Sure,” Puffin purred as she barried the remains of their pray. “Go right ahead.”
“Okay!” Sugar cried.
“Let’s see... What was my question? Oh, yeah! Why are leaves green? Why aren’t they blue like the sky or white like the clouds?” Tiger questioned.
“Well, as you both know, the sky is blue because of Blue Jay’s feathers and the clouds are white because of Sheep’s wool. But, the sky is green because of something else. When humans came to earth, the animals wanted to get noticed by the humans, because the people, at lest the first people, didn’t pay much attention to things that they weren’t hunting or fighting.
“One of the creates with a craving to get noticed was Frog. He was sad that, because he was so small, most humans didn’t even stop to look at him. Some animals didn’t ether. Frog just wanted to be remembered in some way, so that his kind and him could always be seen, and not forgotten.
“So, Frog went to the Great Spirit to ask her for help.
“‘Great Spirit,’ Frog began. ‘I was wondering if you could help me with a problem that I seem to be having.’
“‘What is it, Frog?’ the Great Spirit inquired.
“‘No one seems to notice me, no matter what I do,’ Frog sighed unhappily. ‘I just want to be seen and remembered, like almost all of the other animals are.’
“‘I know that it seems unfair, Frog, but I can not help you unless you specify. What is it that you want? What is your wish?’
“Frog pondered the question for a while before saying, ‘I think that I will have to think that over.’
“‘Okay. I will see you later, then?’
“Frog nodded and hopped off. What could he change that would help make people notice him and his kind? What memorable thing could he do?
“Soon, Frog had narrowed it down to changing the color of something. He knew that many animals had changed the color of something--like the sky or tree bark. He then pondered what he--”
“Mama?” Sugar asked.
“Yes, Sugar? What do you need?” Puffin inquired.
“I was just wondering,” Sugar started. “Who was the animal that made tree bark brown? You said that someone had picked the color of tree bark, and you haven’t told us that story yet!”
“Well, you can save that for your next question, Sugar. That’s a whole other story all together,” Puffing meowed.
“Oh,” Sugar meowed, unable to keep the disappointment out of her voice. “Okay. So what happens next?”
“Well, let’s see...Oh yes! He then pondered what he would change the color of. He realized that it
could be anything, really. He could change the color of dirt, he could change the color of grass--Then, it came to him: grass. He could change the color of grass!”
“Mama?” Tiger interrupted.
“Yes, Tiger?” Puffin sighed.
“Why are you telling the story about why the grass is green?” Tiger questioned, trying to sound polite and remembering how he had asked why the leaves were green.
“Well, you’ll find that out soon enough. Keep on listening, and you will discover why I told you this story. Now, let’s continue.
“Frog grinned. What a wonderful thing to change the color of! Grass was everywhere, so the new color was bound to be noticed. It was to be...Green! That was the color of Frog. Yes, the new green grass would diffidently going to get noticed. Frog, proud of his brilliant plan, hopped away, towards the Great Spirit’s Great Willow, where she lived.
“As Frog was going on his journey, he noticed that the tree leaves, and all other leaves, were brown and dirty-looking. Frog thought that they would look much better green, his color. But how, he wondered, would he convince the Great Spirit to grant him two wishes. The Great Spirit only granted one wish per animal.
“Then, he decided, he would have to rely on the wording. Maybe something like, ‘Great Spirit, my wish is to change the color of all leaves and grasses to green.’ Would that still clarify as one wish? By the sounds of it, it would!
“So, when Frog reached the Great Willow, he called to the Great Spirit in a clear voice, ‘Great Spirit! Great Spirit, I am here!’
“‘So,’ the Great Spirit inquired. ‘Have you decided what your wish is, Frog?’
“‘Yes!’ Frog announced. Then, remembering the words he had recited over and over in his head on his journey here, he said, ‘ Great Spirit, my wish is to change the color of all leaves and grasses to green.’
“‘Tricky Frog!’ the Great Spirit laughed. ‘Well wished. Although you cheated on your wish, I shall grant it. But, Frog, be warned. With the ones who want to get tricky with me will be faced with even greater craftiness.’
“Frog ignored the Great Spirit’s words. He cheerily hopped up and down, up and down, crying out victorious croaks. He left, eager to see the green grasses and leaved. Indeed they got noticed. All of the animals and people were awe-struck by the change in scenery. But, none of them thought of Frog when they saw the green leaves and green grass.
“Frog felt a sense of failure. Was this what the Great Spirit had meant? But, little did Frog know, the Great Spirit could not control what people and animals thought and had greater things in mind.
“In the Fall, Frog went to sleep in the mud at the bottom of the Big Pond, the leaves changed color. They were green no longer. Instead, they were an assortment of browns, reds, golds, yellows, and oranges. The Great Spirit most certainly been crafty!
“She said to herself, ‘And that is what you get when you get tricky with me, Frog, my friend. Though, I must say, he was pretty clever himself.’
“The Great Spirit was never pleased to sink to these levels, but she did as she must.
“The moral of this story is,” Puffin concluded, “is that you should never let fame and fortune blind you. Allow yourself to see with eyes unclouded by riches and fans.”\
Both of the kittens applauded and cheered happily. They excitedly cried numerous things. These included:
“So the story was about why the leaves are green!”
“Frog didn’t get trapped in the sky!”
“Great story, Mama!”
“Yeah, tell us another one!”
Puffin sighed, wondering if her kittens would ever be satisfied and ever have their fill of the stories. Then, she meowed, “Okay, then. Tiger? What story would you like to hear?”
Before Tiger could answer, Sugar protested, “But Mama! He got the last turn! It’s unfair!” Then Sugar sighed heavily and plopped herself onto the starched ground.
“Sugar, you got two turns in a row, so Tiger gets two turns, also. Fair?” Puffin rezoned.
“Fair,” Sugar agreed unwillingly.
“What was your question, Tiger?” Puffin inquired.
“I was just wondering...” Tiger started.
-KittyLover8
© 2012
Tiger sat up abruptly, smacking his lips together with a mixture of content and anticipation. “Can I ask my question now?” he asked excitedly.
“Sure,” Puffin purred as she barried the remains of their pray. “Go right ahead.”
“Okay!” Sugar cried.
“Let’s see... What was my question? Oh, yeah! Why are leaves green? Why aren’t they blue like the sky or white like the clouds?” Tiger questioned.
“Well, as you both know, the sky is blue because of Blue Jay’s feathers and the clouds are white because of Sheep’s wool. But, the sky is green because of something else. When humans came to earth, the animals wanted to get noticed by the humans, because the people, at lest the first people, didn’t pay much attention to things that they weren’t hunting or fighting.
“One of the creates with a craving to get noticed was Frog. He was sad that, because he was so small, most humans didn’t even stop to look at him. Some animals didn’t ether. Frog just wanted to be remembered in some way, so that his kind and him could always be seen, and not forgotten.
“So, Frog went to the Great Spirit to ask her for help.
“‘Great Spirit,’ Frog began. ‘I was wondering if you could help me with a problem that I seem to be having.’
“‘What is it, Frog?’ the Great Spirit inquired.
“‘No one seems to notice me, no matter what I do,’ Frog sighed unhappily. ‘I just want to be seen and remembered, like almost all of the other animals are.’
“‘I know that it seems unfair, Frog, but I can not help you unless you specify. What is it that you want? What is your wish?’
“Frog pondered the question for a while before saying, ‘I think that I will have to think that over.’
“‘Okay. I will see you later, then?’
“Frog nodded and hopped off. What could he change that would help make people notice him and his kind? What memorable thing could he do?
“Soon, Frog had narrowed it down to changing the color of something. He knew that many animals had changed the color of something--like the sky or tree bark. He then pondered what he--”
“Mama?” Sugar asked.
“Yes, Sugar? What do you need?” Puffin inquired.
“I was just wondering,” Sugar started. “Who was the animal that made tree bark brown? You said that someone had picked the color of tree bark, and you haven’t told us that story yet!”
“Well, you can save that for your next question, Sugar. That’s a whole other story all together,” Puffing meowed.
“Oh,” Sugar meowed, unable to keep the disappointment out of her voice. “Okay. So what happens next?”
“Well, let’s see...Oh yes! He then pondered what he would change the color of. He realized that it
could be anything, really. He could change the color of dirt, he could change the color of grass--Then, it came to him: grass. He could change the color of grass!”
“Mama?” Tiger interrupted.
“Yes, Tiger?” Puffin sighed.
“Why are you telling the story about why the grass is green?” Tiger questioned, trying to sound polite and remembering how he had asked why the leaves were green.
“Well, you’ll find that out soon enough. Keep on listening, and you will discover why I told you this story. Now, let’s continue.
“Frog grinned. What a wonderful thing to change the color of! Grass was everywhere, so the new color was bound to be noticed. It was to be...Green! That was the color of Frog. Yes, the new green grass would diffidently going to get noticed. Frog, proud of his brilliant plan, hopped away, towards the Great Spirit’s Great Willow, where she lived.
“As Frog was going on his journey, he noticed that the tree leaves, and all other leaves, were brown and dirty-looking. Frog thought that they would look much better green, his color. But how, he wondered, would he convince the Great Spirit to grant him two wishes. The Great Spirit only granted one wish per animal.
“Then, he decided, he would have to rely on the wording. Maybe something like, ‘Great Spirit, my wish is to change the color of all leaves and grasses to green.’ Would that still clarify as one wish? By the sounds of it, it would!
“So, when Frog reached the Great Willow, he called to the Great Spirit in a clear voice, ‘Great Spirit! Great Spirit, I am here!’
“‘So,’ the Great Spirit inquired. ‘Have you decided what your wish is, Frog?’
“‘Yes!’ Frog announced. Then, remembering the words he had recited over and over in his head on his journey here, he said, ‘ Great Spirit, my wish is to change the color of all leaves and grasses to green.’
“‘Tricky Frog!’ the Great Spirit laughed. ‘Well wished. Although you cheated on your wish, I shall grant it. But, Frog, be warned. With the ones who want to get tricky with me will be faced with even greater craftiness.’
“Frog ignored the Great Spirit’s words. He cheerily hopped up and down, up and down, crying out victorious croaks. He left, eager to see the green grasses and leaved. Indeed they got noticed. All of the animals and people were awe-struck by the change in scenery. But, none of them thought of Frog when they saw the green leaves and green grass.
“Frog felt a sense of failure. Was this what the Great Spirit had meant? But, little did Frog know, the Great Spirit could not control what people and animals thought and had greater things in mind.
“In the Fall, Frog went to sleep in the mud at the bottom of the Big Pond, the leaves changed color. They were green no longer. Instead, they were an assortment of browns, reds, golds, yellows, and oranges. The Great Spirit most certainly been crafty!
“She said to herself, ‘And that is what you get when you get tricky with me, Frog, my friend. Though, I must say, he was pretty clever himself.’
“The Great Spirit was never pleased to sink to these levels, but she did as she must.
“The moral of this story is,” Puffin concluded, “is that you should never let fame and fortune blind you. Allow yourself to see with eyes unclouded by riches and fans.”\
Both of the kittens applauded and cheered happily. They excitedly cried numerous things. These included:
“So the story was about why the leaves are green!”
“Frog didn’t get trapped in the sky!”
“Great story, Mama!”
“Yeah, tell us another one!”
Puffin sighed, wondering if her kittens would ever be satisfied and ever have their fill of the stories. Then, she meowed, “Okay, then. Tiger? What story would you like to hear?”
Before Tiger could answer, Sugar protested, “But Mama! He got the last turn! It’s unfair!” Then Sugar sighed heavily and plopped herself onto the starched ground.
“Sugar, you got two turns in a row, so Tiger gets two turns, also. Fair?” Puffin rezoned.
“Fair,” Sugar agreed unwillingly.
“What was your question, Tiger?” Puffin inquired.
“I was just wondering...” Tiger started.
-KittyLover8
© 2012
Friday, July 20, 2012
Sunset
The sun sinks beyond the horizon,
Beyond the endless ocean,
Beyond the sandy shore.
The seashells dance,
The sand jumps for joy,
The turtles clap their flippers,
The fish leap from the deep blue depths.
The hermit crabs surface,
To join the joyful dance,
The water surrenders,
To the night sky.
The silvery moon,
Perched in the sky,
Its silvery silouette flickering on the water.
The water is dark,
Mirroring the sky,
With tiny silver spots,
The shadows of the stars.
When the sun rises,
The animals end their dance,
Until tomorrow, when the sun sets,
They will rest.
-KittyLover8
© 2012
Beyond the endless ocean,
Beyond the sandy shore.
The seashells dance,
The sand jumps for joy,
The turtles clap their flippers,
The fish leap from the deep blue depths.
The hermit crabs surface,
To join the joyful dance,
The water surrenders,
To the night sky.
The silvery moon,
Perched in the sky,
Its silvery silouette flickering on the water.
The water is dark,
Mirroring the sky,
With tiny silver spots,
The shadows of the stars.
When the sun rises,
The animals end their dance,
Until tomorrow, when the sun sets,
They will rest.
-KittyLover8
© 2012
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Alone 1#
Viper's pads hit the ground with soft thuds. Panting, she halted, her paws stirring the starched earth. The dust became airborne and filled her eyes, nose, and ears. But Viper didn't notice. She just gazed over her shoulder.
A small cloud of dust rose in the distance, betraying Viper's pursuer's position. The cat glared at Viper from his stand on the horizon. Viper turned to retreat once more, but the cat cast a spell before she could move, "Still!" he cried.
Instantly, Viper's feet felt stuck to the ground. She couldn't move.
The black tom ran up to her. Viper stood, helpless, as he approached. Soon, he was standing so close that she could feel his hot breath on her muzzle. "Hello, Viper, witch," he said coolly. "Prepare to die."
Let's rewind a bit. We'll start at where the story begins. It all started one summer night. It all started...with a dream....
A white she-cat sat on a stone atop a cliff, her ice-blue eyes sad. Her soft cheek fur was dam with tears. "We have won," she sighed sadly. "But at such a great cost."
"No not worry," a black tom meowed, walking toward the she-cat. "We can always prepare more troops. There are so many villages that you lead. We can always find more able-bodied solders."
"It is not the quantity that I am upset about, Shade," the white cat replied. "It is the loss."
"I know that we have lost many cats, but there are so many others," Shade meowed.
"Shade, we have not just lost cats, we have lost our courage. Or fighting spirit, our loyalty, our fearlessness and determination to fight for our cats. Look at the villagers. They all look sad and unhappy. Everything used to be so full of life and joy."
The two cats turned to the village that the cliff looked over. Cats milled about, trying to earn tokens from the packed-dirt streets. They all looked sleepless and sad. There were few that had a stable job, and some that had no home. Many motherless kittens stood huddled in corners of the village, sadly begging for food or tokens or shelter.
"I know," Shade confessed. "But no one was always happy. Nothing is perfect."
"Yes," the she-cat sighed. "But how many mothers and fathers were lost in that war? How many kittens made orphans? How many mothers made widows?"
"Sapphire--" Shade began.
"The war has killed too many. It has been a great loss. We morn for the dead and those who have lost their loved ones."
Viper woke with a jump. What a terrible, lifelike dream, she thought. But an uneasy feeling was building up in her stomach. Was that a dream? Or was it a warning or a message or a glimpse into the future or past?
Viper shock her head to clear it of the thoughts jumbling together in her mind. That was imposable. It was just a crazy dream.
Viper forced herself to think that, but something inside of her told her that it was more than just a dream...
Later that day, Viper was by the stream, attempting to catch a fish for her midday meal. Then, she saw Fantasy walking towards her.
“Viper!” her best friend called to her.
“Hello, Fantasy!” Viper called back. “What are you doing here, by the stream? Usually you’re at the Lake, where your den is.”
“Yeah, I know,” Fantasy sighed unhappily. “A bunch of cats just swarmed my cave and took it by
force. They nearly killed me while I was fleeing.” Fantasy showed Viper a long scratch extending from her neck to her sixth rib.
“What?” Viper gasped. “They took your home? Where are you going to stay for shelter now that your cave is gone?”
“I don’t know,” Fantasy admitted. “I was thinking that I could stay in the Forest. The trees will shelter me from the worst of rain and snow and wind. You know, until I can find a new home.”
“You can’t live live like that!” Viper exclaimed. “There are so many dangerous animals in the Forest! Badgers, foxes, cats, and not to mention a number of other animals that could threaten your food and health.”
“I know,” Fantasy meowed, sounding defeated. “But the Forest is the only place that I know of that has shelter. Where else could I live?”
Viper thought for a little while. “You could live with me,” she offered. “I’ve got a nice little hollow in an oak tree with plenty of space for another cat.”
“Really?” Fantasy gasped in disbelief. “You would let me live with you until I can find a new home?”
“I will share my home with you for as long as needed,” Viper announced. “For a few days, or even forever. You need a home, and I will provide one.”
“Thank you!” Fantasy cried tearfully. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! You could never guess how much this means to me!” Fantasy leaped toward Viper and licked her merrily several times. “This is to good to be true!”
Viper smiled. “Well, you can make yourself at home in the oak. Come on, let me show you were your new house is.”
They sprinted away from the stream for a quarter mile, Fantasy occasionally whispering, “This is to good to be true,” and once she broke out in tears. Viper found it hard to stop Fantasy’s weeping, but then discovered that they were not tears of morning or sadness, but tears of pure joy.
“This is it!” Viper declared once they had reached a towering oak.
“Where do you get in?” Fantasy wondered after a while of gazing at the massive tree that towered over the she-cats’ heads.
“There,” Viper meowed, pointing to the base with her tail. There, there was a small hole, hidden by tall grasses. “That’s the entrance.”
“Wow,” Fantasy murmured. “It’s so well hidden. And it’s so small...You picked a great den. Mine was really out in the open, but yours looks like an oak tree and nothing else.”
“Yours was a very study den, though,” Viper reminded her. “We both picked good dens. They both had their ups and downs, like all dens.”
Fantasy nodded in agreement, but nothing else was said. The two silently squeezed in through the small hole and entered a large, almost empty, space. There was a bed of moss, ferns and feathers--”You can sleep with me on it tonight, it’s big enough,” Viper had meowed. “But I’ll make you your own tomorrow morning.”--in one corner.
In another, there was a dip in the earth. Viper explained that that was where she kept her prey until it was time to eat. Sometimes, she said, she would catch two or three pieces of prey to saver
for the other remaining meals of the day.
In the third corner, there was another dip in the packed-dirt ground. In this one, there was a well-stocked supply of clean, fresh water to drink.
In the last, there was another small exit. This, Viper explained, was the emergency exit. If there was danger--like a badger or fire--blocking the main entrance then you cloud flee out it. It was very important that it was never blocked and always assessable, Viper explained to her friend, who thought that the emergency exit was the most amazing thing in the world.
There was also, in a little misshapen nook in the tree, an empty space. This was for when you wanted to just think, or when you wanted to discus things that were not to be overheard. It was very small, but had just enough space for two cats to sit down. Just barely, though. It was more meant for one cat then two.
“And that,” Viper meowed. “Is our home. Do you like it?”
“Yes!” Fantasy exclaimed. “It’s marvelous! You thought of everything when you were moving in, and when you picked it out! It’s so well planned out. The food and water stores, the emergency exit, everything!”
Viper purred in content. “I’m glad that you like it, Fantasy.”
“I love it,” Fantasy whispered.
And so, the two set off toward the stream once more, in hopes to catch a fish for a late lunch.
They returned with two minnows, one for each cat. While they were eating, Viper decided to tell Fantasy about her strange dream. When she finished telling the story, Fantasy sat up. Viper copied the motion.
“What do you think it means?” Fantasy questioned.
“I think--” Viper hesitated. “I think that it’s a warning. A glimpse of something that is happening or happened somewhere else. I keep on telling myself that it’s just a crazy dream, but I know that that’s a lie.”
Fantasy nodded. “I think that must be a warning of some sort also. But--by the looks of it--you’re in for an adventure.”
The days turned to a week quickly. Time seemed to flash past. On the same day of the week that she had had the first dream, Friday, she had another.
A brown and white she-cat looked down at her with a mournful, sad face. Viper realized that the cat was looking at her, it was not a vision of something happening to other cats, it was like a message, but in her dreams.
Then the she-cat spoke, “Hello, Viper,” she meowed. “I am Mocha. I am here to tell you that you
have a mission. Even I don’t know what the mission is, exactly, but I do know how to help you find out. Go to the barn. There is weathervane atop the roof. Climb the roof and spin the weathervane three times. In whatever direction that the weathervane points to, you must travel. It
is up to you to decide the fate of the two sides. Who will win? That is your--and yours alone--decision to make. You leave at midday, today.”
“Wait--What do you mean? I have a mission? This is so sudden... What about Fantasy? She won’t want to be dragged on a journey that isn’t her’s to take,” Viper augured.
“She is not allowed to go with you. You have to take this trip alone. I’m sorry, but that’s the way things are. You must travel alone.”
Viper blinked, about to reply, when the whole dream vanished. She was awake on her little bed of ferns, moss and feathers. She was alone, presently. Fantasy had gone out to hunt for today’s breakfast, but Viper didn’t notice.
“You must travel alone.” the words echoed through Viper’s head.
Viper had always been the kind of cat that liked being around other cats. She had never liked being alone. Even at night, Viper had always wished for a companion to sleep with. She was usually depressed when she was alone. She liked helping others and she liked the companionship.
“You must travel alone.”
-KittyLover8
© 2012
A small cloud of dust rose in the distance, betraying Viper's pursuer's position. The cat glared at Viper from his stand on the horizon. Viper turned to retreat once more, but the cat cast a spell before she could move, "Still!" he cried.
Instantly, Viper's feet felt stuck to the ground. She couldn't move.
The black tom ran up to her. Viper stood, helpless, as he approached. Soon, he was standing so close that she could feel his hot breath on her muzzle. "Hello, Viper, witch," he said coolly. "Prepare to die."
*****
*****
"No not worry," a black tom meowed, walking toward the she-cat. "We can always prepare more troops. There are so many villages that you lead. We can always find more able-bodied solders."
"It is not the quantity that I am upset about, Shade," the white cat replied. "It is the loss."
"I know that we have lost many cats, but there are so many others," Shade meowed.
"Shade, we have not just lost cats, we have lost our courage. Or fighting spirit, our loyalty, our fearlessness and determination to fight for our cats. Look at the villagers. They all look sad and unhappy. Everything used to be so full of life and joy."
The two cats turned to the village that the cliff looked over. Cats milled about, trying to earn tokens from the packed-dirt streets. They all looked sleepless and sad. There were few that had a stable job, and some that had no home. Many motherless kittens stood huddled in corners of the village, sadly begging for food or tokens or shelter.
"I know," Shade confessed. "But no one was always happy. Nothing is perfect."
"Yes," the she-cat sighed. "But how many mothers and fathers were lost in that war? How many kittens made orphans? How many mothers made widows?"
"Sapphire--" Shade began.
"The war has killed too many. It has been a great loss. We morn for the dead and those who have lost their loved ones."
*****
Viper woke with a jump. What a terrible, lifelike dream, she thought. But an uneasy feeling was building up in her stomach. Was that a dream? Or was it a warning or a message or a glimpse into the future or past?
Viper shock her head to clear it of the thoughts jumbling together in her mind. That was imposable. It was just a crazy dream.
Viper forced herself to think that, but something inside of her told her that it was more than just a dream...
*****
Later that day, Viper was by the stream, attempting to catch a fish for her midday meal. Then, she saw Fantasy walking towards her.
“Viper!” her best friend called to her.
“Hello, Fantasy!” Viper called back. “What are you doing here, by the stream? Usually you’re at the Lake, where your den is.”
“Yeah, I know,” Fantasy sighed unhappily. “A bunch of cats just swarmed my cave and took it by
force. They nearly killed me while I was fleeing.” Fantasy showed Viper a long scratch extending from her neck to her sixth rib.
“What?” Viper gasped. “They took your home? Where are you going to stay for shelter now that your cave is gone?”
“I don’t know,” Fantasy admitted. “I was thinking that I could stay in the Forest. The trees will shelter me from the worst of rain and snow and wind. You know, until I can find a new home.”
“You can’t live live like that!” Viper exclaimed. “There are so many dangerous animals in the Forest! Badgers, foxes, cats, and not to mention a number of other animals that could threaten your food and health.”
“I know,” Fantasy meowed, sounding defeated. “But the Forest is the only place that I know of that has shelter. Where else could I live?”
Viper thought for a little while. “You could live with me,” she offered. “I’ve got a nice little hollow in an oak tree with plenty of space for another cat.”
“Really?” Fantasy gasped in disbelief. “You would let me live with you until I can find a new home?”
“I will share my home with you for as long as needed,” Viper announced. “For a few days, or even forever. You need a home, and I will provide one.”
“Thank you!” Fantasy cried tearfully. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! You could never guess how much this means to me!” Fantasy leaped toward Viper and licked her merrily several times. “This is to good to be true!”
Viper smiled. “Well, you can make yourself at home in the oak. Come on, let me show you were your new house is.”
They sprinted away from the stream for a quarter mile, Fantasy occasionally whispering, “This is to good to be true,” and once she broke out in tears. Viper found it hard to stop Fantasy’s weeping, but then discovered that they were not tears of morning or sadness, but tears of pure joy.
“This is it!” Viper declared once they had reached a towering oak.
“Where do you get in?” Fantasy wondered after a while of gazing at the massive tree that towered over the she-cats’ heads.
“There,” Viper meowed, pointing to the base with her tail. There, there was a small hole, hidden by tall grasses. “That’s the entrance.”
“Wow,” Fantasy murmured. “It’s so well hidden. And it’s so small...You picked a great den. Mine was really out in the open, but yours looks like an oak tree and nothing else.”
“Yours was a very study den, though,” Viper reminded her. “We both picked good dens. They both had their ups and downs, like all dens.”
Fantasy nodded in agreement, but nothing else was said. The two silently squeezed in through the small hole and entered a large, almost empty, space. There was a bed of moss, ferns and feathers--”You can sleep with me on it tonight, it’s big enough,” Viper had meowed. “But I’ll make you your own tomorrow morning.”--in one corner.
In another, there was a dip in the earth. Viper explained that that was where she kept her prey until it was time to eat. Sometimes, she said, she would catch two or three pieces of prey to saver
for the other remaining meals of the day.
In the third corner, there was another dip in the packed-dirt ground. In this one, there was a well-stocked supply of clean, fresh water to drink.
In the last, there was another small exit. This, Viper explained, was the emergency exit. If there was danger--like a badger or fire--blocking the main entrance then you cloud flee out it. It was very important that it was never blocked and always assessable, Viper explained to her friend, who thought that the emergency exit was the most amazing thing in the world.
There was also, in a little misshapen nook in the tree, an empty space. This was for when you wanted to just think, or when you wanted to discus things that were not to be overheard. It was very small, but had just enough space for two cats to sit down. Just barely, though. It was more meant for one cat then two.
“And that,” Viper meowed. “Is our home. Do you like it?”
“Yes!” Fantasy exclaimed. “It’s marvelous! You thought of everything when you were moving in, and when you picked it out! It’s so well planned out. The food and water stores, the emergency exit, everything!”
Viper purred in content. “I’m glad that you like it, Fantasy.”
“I love it,” Fantasy whispered.
And so, the two set off toward the stream once more, in hopes to catch a fish for a late lunch.
*****
They returned with two minnows, one for each cat. While they were eating, Viper decided to tell Fantasy about her strange dream. When she finished telling the story, Fantasy sat up. Viper copied the motion.
“What do you think it means?” Fantasy questioned.
“I think--” Viper hesitated. “I think that it’s a warning. A glimpse of something that is happening or happened somewhere else. I keep on telling myself that it’s just a crazy dream, but I know that that’s a lie.”
Fantasy nodded. “I think that must be a warning of some sort also. But--by the looks of it--you’re in for an adventure.”
*****
The days turned to a week quickly. Time seemed to flash past. On the same day of the week that she had had the first dream, Friday, she had another.
A brown and white she-cat looked down at her with a mournful, sad face. Viper realized that the cat was looking at her, it was not a vision of something happening to other cats, it was like a message, but in her dreams.
Then the she-cat spoke, “Hello, Viper,” she meowed. “I am Mocha. I am here to tell you that you
have a mission. Even I don’t know what the mission is, exactly, but I do know how to help you find out. Go to the barn. There is weathervane atop the roof. Climb the roof and spin the weathervane three times. In whatever direction that the weathervane points to, you must travel. It
is up to you to decide the fate of the two sides. Who will win? That is your--and yours alone--decision to make. You leave at midday, today.”
“Wait--What do you mean? I have a mission? This is so sudden... What about Fantasy? She won’t want to be dragged on a journey that isn’t her’s to take,” Viper augured.
“She is not allowed to go with you. You have to take this trip alone. I’m sorry, but that’s the way things are. You must travel alone.”
Viper blinked, about to reply, when the whole dream vanished. She was awake on her little bed of ferns, moss and feathers. She was alone, presently. Fantasy had gone out to hunt for today’s breakfast, but Viper didn’t notice.
“You must travel alone.” the words echoed through Viper’s head.
Viper had always been the kind of cat that liked being around other cats. She had never liked being alone. Even at night, Viper had always wished for a companion to sleep with. She was usually depressed when she was alone. She liked helping others and she liked the companionship.
“You must travel alone.”
-KittyLover8
© 2012
Saturday, July 14, 2012
The Origin of the World
Sugar blinked away the morning sunlight. Puffin was sitting with Tiger outside the cave with a mouse beside her.
"Why do we have to wait for Sugar to wake up, Mama? It's unfair! Can you tell me a story while she sleeps?" Tiger moaned.
"Tiger, for the millionth time--" Puffin began.
"'Morning!" Sugar cried as she exited the cave.
"Sugar! You're awake! Mama was going to start a story without you, but I stopped her! You are in my dept now!" Tiger ginned.
Puffin stifled an amused purr. "Yes. You stopped me all right."
Tiger opened his jaws to say more, by Sugar spoke first. "Can you tell another story now Mama?" she asked.
"Okay. Ask me a question. How about the question that you wanted to ask me last night?" Puffin inquired.
"Okay! Why are there--" Sugar started excitedly.
"But Mama!" Tiger protested. "She got to ask the last one! It's my turn! I didn't get to ask a question yet!"
"Okay, then. It's always good to be fair. What is your question that you have in mind?" Puffin meowed.
"Um, how...No...Why...No...What...? No."
"How about we listen to Sugar's question. Then, after I tell you two the answer, we can hear your question. Deal?" Puffin bargained.
"Okay," Tiger sighed, giving in.
"Deal!" Sugar cried enthusiastically.
"Okay. Now, Sugar, what is the question that you wanted to ask me?"
"Why are there clouds in the sky? How did they get there?" Sugar wondered.
"Well, when the world was still new, all of the first animals wanted to make the world colorful. When more animals came to earth, they wanted to have a part to play. Some wanted it for the better, to make the world more beautiful. Others did it for selfish reasons.
"One, Swan, wanted to make the world an even more blissful place. She loved the earth as it was and she was very shy and did not like to be around a crowd. No one thought that she would ever make an effort to change the way the world was. Yet, she did.
"Swan loved to swim and fly. One day, while Swan was swimming near a small river, she saw a tuft of Sheep's wool. She swam over to it and picked it up in her beak. It was beautiful and warm. It was soaked with water, but was still soft as ever. Swan was amazed with its beauty.
"She looked up at the sky. It was cloudless and empty. Just a vast expanse of blue. Swan sighed. She looked back at the wool. An idea began to form in her head. Swan started to push it away. How would she even get it up there?"
"She could fly!" Sugar suggested.
"Hush, my love. Let's continue the story. Then, she realized that she could fly up into the sky and put some wool there. But how, she wondered, could she get more of Sheep's wool? She couldn't just have on tuft of wool in the whole sky.
"Then an idea flashed through her mind. She could ask Raccoon! He was like the ninja of the new world.
"So, she called to Raccoon, who was fishing nearby, 'Raccoon! Can I ask you something?'
"'Okay,' Raccoon replied hesitantly. 'What is it?'
"'I was wondering if you could ask Sheep for some wool and bring it back for me,' Swan said hopefully.
"'Okay!' Raccoon said eagerly. He liked having something to do with the day, especially as when it was a fun mission.
"'Thank you, Raccoon,' Swan said gratefully. And off Raccoon went.
"When Raccoon found Sheep, who was grazing in her favorite pasture, he bounded over and asked, 'May I have some of your wool? I see that there is plenty in this field, and I am sure that you can spare it.'
"Sheep felt nervous. She was fearful of what Raccoon would use the precious wool for. She was afraid to ask and sound rude, so she just said, 'I am sorry, but you can't.' This is something that Sheep looks back on with regret, for it sounded much more rude than asking for the use of the wool was."
"But Mama! Why are there so many clouds in the sky if Sheep didn't give any to Raccoon?" Sugar asked.
Puffin purred. "You will find out at the end of the story. Raccoon turned away, growling. He turned back just as Sheep looked away. He began to take bits of wool from the sweet grass. He did not want to return to Swan empty-pawed.
"Once he had as much as he could carry, he hurried over to the river where Swan waited for him.
"'Raccoon! I see that Sheep let you have some of her wool!' Swan welcomed.
"'Er, yes, she did. She was...generous,' Raccoon replied uneasily.
"Swan didn't notice. 'Thanks, again, Raccoon. It was very kind of you to bring me the wool.' she said.
"'No problem. Good-bye!' Raccoon said, relieved to leave.
"'Good-bye!' Swan called after him.
"Then, Swan pondered the next part of her plan. She knew that she would have to pick up the wool, fly into the sky, and put it in bunches up there.
"So, she grabbed the wool. She gracefully walked up to the muddy bank, and spread her wings. She took to the sky.
"Up and up she flew. Swan flew high up and began to leave tufts of wool in her wake. Soon, the sky was covered in clouds.
Swan flew down to admire her work. Soon, many of the second and first lines of animals were crowded around, looking up at the soft white clouds. Swan was happy, she had made a difference. She had helped make the world a better place."
"Yay! Swan didn't get trapped in the sky forever!" Sugar cried happily, remembering the last story.
Puffin chuckled. "Yes, she didn't."
"So that's why there are clouds in the sky? Clouds are really sheep wool?" Tiger asked, binking.
"Yes, that is why. And yes again."
"What is another bird tried to take the clouds from the sky?" Sugar asked worriedly.
"Well, they can't undo the early animal's doings, so they can't take clouds from the sky," Puffin meowed in reply.
"Okay," said Sugar, reassured.
"Time for me to ask a question!" Tiger chided eagerly.
"We must eat first, Tiger. Then you can ask your question," Puffin explained.
"Okay," Tiger muttered begrudgingly.
And so, they ate their prey.
-KittyLover8
© 2012
"Why do we have to wait for Sugar to wake up, Mama? It's unfair! Can you tell me a story while she sleeps?" Tiger moaned.
"Tiger, for the millionth time--" Puffin began.
"'Morning!" Sugar cried as she exited the cave.
"Sugar! You're awake! Mama was going to start a story without you, but I stopped her! You are in my dept now!" Tiger ginned.
Puffin stifled an amused purr. "Yes. You stopped me all right."
Tiger opened his jaws to say more, by Sugar spoke first. "Can you tell another story now Mama?" she asked.
"Okay. Ask me a question. How about the question that you wanted to ask me last night?" Puffin inquired.
"Okay! Why are there--" Sugar started excitedly.
"But Mama!" Tiger protested. "She got to ask the last one! It's my turn! I didn't get to ask a question yet!"
"Okay, then. It's always good to be fair. What is your question that you have in mind?" Puffin meowed.
"Um, how...No...Why...No...What...? No."
"How about we listen to Sugar's question. Then, after I tell you two the answer, we can hear your question. Deal?" Puffin bargained.
"Okay," Tiger sighed, giving in.
"Deal!" Sugar cried enthusiastically.
"Okay. Now, Sugar, what is the question that you wanted to ask me?"
"Why are there clouds in the sky? How did they get there?" Sugar wondered.
"Well, when the world was still new, all of the first animals wanted to make the world colorful. When more animals came to earth, they wanted to have a part to play. Some wanted it for the better, to make the world more beautiful. Others did it for selfish reasons.
"One, Swan, wanted to make the world an even more blissful place. She loved the earth as it was and she was very shy and did not like to be around a crowd. No one thought that she would ever make an effort to change the way the world was. Yet, she did.
"Swan loved to swim and fly. One day, while Swan was swimming near a small river, she saw a tuft of Sheep's wool. She swam over to it and picked it up in her beak. It was beautiful and warm. It was soaked with water, but was still soft as ever. Swan was amazed with its beauty.
"She looked up at the sky. It was cloudless and empty. Just a vast expanse of blue. Swan sighed. She looked back at the wool. An idea began to form in her head. Swan started to push it away. How would she even get it up there?"
"She could fly!" Sugar suggested.
"Hush, my love. Let's continue the story. Then, she realized that she could fly up into the sky and put some wool there. But how, she wondered, could she get more of Sheep's wool? She couldn't just have on tuft of wool in the whole sky.
"Then an idea flashed through her mind. She could ask Raccoon! He was like the ninja of the new world.
"So, she called to Raccoon, who was fishing nearby, 'Raccoon! Can I ask you something?'
"'Okay,' Raccoon replied hesitantly. 'What is it?'
"'I was wondering if you could ask Sheep for some wool and bring it back for me,' Swan said hopefully.
"'Okay!' Raccoon said eagerly. He liked having something to do with the day, especially as when it was a fun mission.
"'Thank you, Raccoon,' Swan said gratefully. And off Raccoon went.
"When Raccoon found Sheep, who was grazing in her favorite pasture, he bounded over and asked, 'May I have some of your wool? I see that there is plenty in this field, and I am sure that you can spare it.'
"Sheep felt nervous. She was fearful of what Raccoon would use the precious wool for. She was afraid to ask and sound rude, so she just said, 'I am sorry, but you can't.' This is something that Sheep looks back on with regret, for it sounded much more rude than asking for the use of the wool was."
"But Mama! Why are there so many clouds in the sky if Sheep didn't give any to Raccoon?" Sugar asked.
Puffin purred. "You will find out at the end of the story. Raccoon turned away, growling. He turned back just as Sheep looked away. He began to take bits of wool from the sweet grass. He did not want to return to Swan empty-pawed.
"Once he had as much as he could carry, he hurried over to the river where Swan waited for him.
"'Raccoon! I see that Sheep let you have some of her wool!' Swan welcomed.
"'Er, yes, she did. She was...generous,' Raccoon replied uneasily.
"Swan didn't notice. 'Thanks, again, Raccoon. It was very kind of you to bring me the wool.' she said.
"'No problem. Good-bye!' Raccoon said, relieved to leave.
"'Good-bye!' Swan called after him.
"Then, Swan pondered the next part of her plan. She knew that she would have to pick up the wool, fly into the sky, and put it in bunches up there.
"So, she grabbed the wool. She gracefully walked up to the muddy bank, and spread her wings. She took to the sky.
"Up and up she flew. Swan flew high up and began to leave tufts of wool in her wake. Soon, the sky was covered in clouds.
Swan flew down to admire her work. Soon, many of the second and first lines of animals were crowded around, looking up at the soft white clouds. Swan was happy, she had made a difference. She had helped make the world a better place."
"Yay! Swan didn't get trapped in the sky forever!" Sugar cried happily, remembering the last story.
Puffin chuckled. "Yes, she didn't."
"So that's why there are clouds in the sky? Clouds are really sheep wool?" Tiger asked, binking.
"Yes, that is why. And yes again."
"What is another bird tried to take the clouds from the sky?" Sugar asked worriedly.
"Well, they can't undo the early animal's doings, so they can't take clouds from the sky," Puffin meowed in reply.
"Okay," said Sugar, reassured.
"Time for me to ask a question!" Tiger chided eagerly.
"We must eat first, Tiger. Then you can ask your question," Puffin explained.
"Okay," Tiger muttered begrudgingly.
And so, they ate their prey.
-KittyLover8
© 2012
Thursday, July 12, 2012
The Three Wonderful Cats 4#
Olivia stared at the spot where the robot mirage had stood for the last time. A heavy guilt made her stomach feel like it was resting at her feet. She felt queasy and nauseous. A silence hung in the ash-filled air.
Then a daring kitty caterwauled happily, "Hooray!"
Others joined in, until, soon, the whole of Cleopatra's State was cheering, "Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!" over and over again they cried joyously.
Olivia and Crystal shrank modestly, Spider joined in, and Bandit puffed out his chest like a war hero. Was he a war hero? Olivia didn't know. He hadn't fought, but he had played his part. He was a war hero, Olivia guessed.
Cleopatra herself arrived to give them her thanks, but also, each a gift. She gave Bandit two added gems to his dark green emerald necklace. They were pearls which sat at ether end of the emerald. They would enable him to mess with the enemies' minds no matter how powerful they were. He still couldn't mind control them, but it would let him confuse them.
She gave Crystal a demon-scrawl, a gem that was the most powerful and rare. There was only one in the whole of the world. And, now, Crystal possessed that gem. It was so powerful that it had to be locked in a diamond and silver case, the two of which were some of the most powerful of the stones and metals. Then, the case was wrapped in a scarlet velvet mini-bag. It was a beautiful sight to look upon.
She gave Spider a dagger that could pierce the toughest skin and could fly through the air on command, not action. The magical dagger was wonderfully beautiful. It was made of silver with a sapphire hilt with a emerald star. Spider gasped happily and took the wonderful gift. He later found out that the dagger could duplicate when you press the emerald star, but that's a different story.
And, lastly, she gave Olivia her gift. It was a sword of her own. The sword was made of silver, like Spider's new dagger. It had a ruby hilt that had a single sapphire like a little drop of water were Spider's star was. Its sheath was the color of the silver midnight moon that hung overhead, slowly retreating to the horizon. It had a brown bow and arrow woven with care into the vast expanse of gray.
"My sword--She's beautiful!" Olivia exclaimed joyfully. "I never thought that I would ever receive a gift as beautiful as this, even despite my life of riches."
"Each gift will help you along your journey. May their help be with you for years to come," Cleopatra meowed. "Thank you, once again for saving my village."
"Oh!" Olivia gasped as she realized that all of the houses were still burning. "We'll fix the fires," she said with a glance at Crystal.
Together, they simmered the fire down until there was not a single flame left.
Olivia turned back to the villagers. "It was a pleasure helping you," she said. "But, I think that by sunup, Spider, Bandit, Crystal, and myself should leave. We have a home to return to."
Olivia turned to her cats to see if she had said the right thing. To her relief, she saw nothing but eagerness to return to their beds and dishes and maids and care and home. She, too ,was excited to come back to her life at home.
"Good-bye, cats of Cleopatra's State. Farewell, Cleopatra. And thank you for the wonderful gifts." And, with that, the cats and Olivia set off, homeward bound.
Then a daring kitty caterwauled happily, "Hooray!"
Others joined in, until, soon, the whole of Cleopatra's State was cheering, "Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!" over and over again they cried joyously.
Olivia and Crystal shrank modestly, Spider joined in, and Bandit puffed out his chest like a war hero. Was he a war hero? Olivia didn't know. He hadn't fought, but he had played his part. He was a war hero, Olivia guessed.
Cleopatra herself arrived to give them her thanks, but also, each a gift. She gave Bandit two added gems to his dark green emerald necklace. They were pearls which sat at ether end of the emerald. They would enable him to mess with the enemies' minds no matter how powerful they were. He still couldn't mind control them, but it would let him confuse them.
She gave Crystal a demon-scrawl, a gem that was the most powerful and rare. There was only one in the whole of the world. And, now, Crystal possessed that gem. It was so powerful that it had to be locked in a diamond and silver case, the two of which were some of the most powerful of the stones and metals. Then, the case was wrapped in a scarlet velvet mini-bag. It was a beautiful sight to look upon.
She gave Spider a dagger that could pierce the toughest skin and could fly through the air on command, not action. The magical dagger was wonderfully beautiful. It was made of silver with a sapphire hilt with a emerald star. Spider gasped happily and took the wonderful gift. He later found out that the dagger could duplicate when you press the emerald star, but that's a different story.
And, lastly, she gave Olivia her gift. It was a sword of her own. The sword was made of silver, like Spider's new dagger. It had a ruby hilt that had a single sapphire like a little drop of water were Spider's star was. Its sheath was the color of the silver midnight moon that hung overhead, slowly retreating to the horizon. It had a brown bow and arrow woven with care into the vast expanse of gray.
"My sword--She's beautiful!" Olivia exclaimed joyfully. "I never thought that I would ever receive a gift as beautiful as this, even despite my life of riches."
"Each gift will help you along your journey. May their help be with you for years to come," Cleopatra meowed. "Thank you, once again for saving my village."
"Oh!" Olivia gasped as she realized that all of the houses were still burning. "We'll fix the fires," she said with a glance at Crystal.
Together, they simmered the fire down until there was not a single flame left.
Olivia turned back to the villagers. "It was a pleasure helping you," she said. "But, I think that by sunup, Spider, Bandit, Crystal, and myself should leave. We have a home to return to."
Olivia turned to her cats to see if she had said the right thing. To her relief, she saw nothing but eagerness to return to their beds and dishes and maids and care and home. She, too ,was excited to come back to her life at home.
"Good-bye, cats of Cleopatra's State. Farewell, Cleopatra. And thank you for the wonderful gifts." And, with that, the cats and Olivia set off, homeward bound.
*****
Although this my seem to be a story with no end, it is time for it to finish. Olivia and her cats will have more adventures together, discover new friends, and new foes. For now, at least, they will rest at home. Until they are called upon for their next mission, Bandit, Crystal, Spider, and Olivia will practice their powers.
Although, there are many unanswered questions. Who is this behind-the-scenes character? What does he want? Why was he attacking Cleopatra's State? And, most of all, why is the village called Cleopatra's State?
Will these questions be answered? Perhaps we will never know.
-KittyLover8
© 2012
Although, there are many unanswered questions. Who is this behind-the-scenes character? What does he want? Why was he attacking Cleopatra's State? And, most of all, why is the village called Cleopatra's State?
Will these questions be answered? Perhaps we will never know.
-KittyLover8
© 2012
Sunday, July 8, 2012
The Three Wonderful Cats 3#
The monster was even more fearsome up close. It had sharp, black claws and it seemed that it had a halo of swirling dark blue surrounding it. It was a fearsome looking creature. Olivia didn't want to be engaged in battle with the monster, even with the help of her magnificent cats.
Then, just as her confidence perished, she saw a mother and father cat huddling over their little kitten. She saw the fear in the family's eyes. She knew that she must help them. She must help them and the rest of the villagers.
She whipped her head around to face the creature. She held her tiny, tiny pocket knife as Crystal made a magical shield, Bandit tried to read its mind to find out why it was here, and Spider readied his bow, pointing it at the beast. Olivia knew that, at least at the moment, she was the weak spot of the group. She wondered what the importance of the gems, string and notebook and pen was. Why had she felt the need to bring them on her mission?
Then, Spider launched himself at the monstrous creature. He shot arrows from the magical bows at the monster with unearthly speed. The arrows blasted into a million pieces of splintered wood and steel like grenades. Once Spider landed, his bow, arrows and quiver disappeared. In their place, Spider drew a sword. But, just as he drove it into the creature, it threw him off. With a thud, Spider was thrown onto a burning catnip shop. Crystal rushed to his aid.
Suddenly, Olivia knew the use for her notebook. She whipped it from her pocket, snatching the pen with it. Then, she wrote a single word as quickly as she could: Fall.
The monster fell. It groggily attempted getting up, but failed. Olivia thought about what she should do next. She was thrilled that she could help her cats. Then, she had an idea. She wrote in the notebook: Freeze.
The monster froze. He was uncased in a layer of ice. Now, Bandit would have an easier time reading its mind. Bandit blinked gratefully at her, then turned back to his work. His necklace was now fully visible. His eyes were closed. After a while, the monster began to un-freeze. At that very same moment, Bandit awoke from the ruffles of the creature's mind.
Olivia once again wrote the word freeze on the page, but nothing happened. A voice inside of her told her that she could not use the same word over and over on something. It was like it had to recharge.
Panic took hold of her. How could she stop it. Bandit couldn't do mind control on such a powerful being, Spider was hurt, and Crystal was helping him. It circled back to Olivia.
Olivia wrote: Lion. Then she tossed the string at her enemy. The string instantly turned into a lion and began to fight the translucent creature.
Then, lastly, Olivia scrawled: Block, her instincts taking over as she wrote.
There was a blue energy block above her and Bandit's heads.
"Why is this creature here?" Olivia shouted over the sounds of the battling lion and beast.
"It is a robot-operated mirage of the real thing, so it doesn't have much of a mind. The robot operating it was created by a group of scientists working for a man who's name is unknown even to the robot. The man is referred to by the robot and scientists as 'Master'.
"Apparently, he runs everything in huge mansion. He is closely guarded 24 hours every day, has multiple taste-testers, and traps all over his mansion. I did not find his goal in attacking Cleopatra's State."
Olivia felt like she had been covered in ice. She said nothing, shell-shocked. Suddenly, she pulled out of it and gasped as though she had been pulled out from deep water. "Scientists? Guards? Traps?"
"Deja vu?" Spider asked, smiling teasingly as Crystal helped him over to the protective energy block.
"Spider," Bandit began to scold. "This is not the time to be funny! There is a lion and robot-operated merage engaged in battle just beyond this floating blue energy block shield!"
Olivia stifled a laugh. Yeah, we live regular, normal lives. She thought. She knew that Bandit would kill her if she said the out loud. The thought made her smile despite her efforts to keep a straight face.
Then, she heard the lion that she had conjured slam into the energy shield. She poked her head out from underneath the energy block. She gasped when she saw that the lion had crumbled into precious gems.
She gaped at the pile of gems for a while until, suddenly, the robot-mirage thing tossed a house at the blue block of energy. The energy block crumbled into jewels just as the lion had.
Olivia ran with Spider in her arms. She feared for her and her cats' lives. Crystal made blocks of gems around the mirage's feet, anchoring it to the ground. Though the gems were strong, they did not hold it longer than three seconds. The mirage pulled its feet out of the gem cases and flung itself at the group.
"A waste of good gems," Crystal sighed regretfully.
Olivia frantically wrote: Scarab. And whipped a sapphire out of her little gem bag. She chanted the word, and then she tossed the sapphire at the mirage. The sapphire turned into a beetle in midair. At first, Olivia was disappointed that her mind had suggested the word.
Then, the moment the scarab touched the mirage, millions coated it. Soon, all you could see was a mass of wriggling beetles encasing a robot mirage. This gave Olivia time for her final spell.
Olivia wrote: Banish. And, with that, the mirage began to blink in and out of existence, weaving between the boarders of life and non-existence. After half a minute, the mirage stopped. It seemed as though it was being erased. Fragments of it disappeared. Slowly, the creature vanished, forever gone.
Banish. The word echoed through Olivia's head. She wanted to shake it out from her ear like you would water after swimming. Olivia just hoped that, even for the terrible creature that had nearly killed so many families, banishment was not painful.
-KittyLover8
© 2012
Then, just as her confidence perished, she saw a mother and father cat huddling over their little kitten. She saw the fear in the family's eyes. She knew that she must help them. She must help them and the rest of the villagers.
She whipped her head around to face the creature. She held her tiny, tiny pocket knife as Crystal made a magical shield, Bandit tried to read its mind to find out why it was here, and Spider readied his bow, pointing it at the beast. Olivia knew that, at least at the moment, she was the weak spot of the group. She wondered what the importance of the gems, string and notebook and pen was. Why had she felt the need to bring them on her mission?
Then, Spider launched himself at the monstrous creature. He shot arrows from the magical bows at the monster with unearthly speed. The arrows blasted into a million pieces of splintered wood and steel like grenades. Once Spider landed, his bow, arrows and quiver disappeared. In their place, Spider drew a sword. But, just as he drove it into the creature, it threw him off. With a thud, Spider was thrown onto a burning catnip shop. Crystal rushed to his aid.
Suddenly, Olivia knew the use for her notebook. She whipped it from her pocket, snatching the pen with it. Then, she wrote a single word as quickly as she could: Fall.
The monster fell. It groggily attempted getting up, but failed. Olivia thought about what she should do next. She was thrilled that she could help her cats. Then, she had an idea. She wrote in the notebook: Freeze.
The monster froze. He was uncased in a layer of ice. Now, Bandit would have an easier time reading its mind. Bandit blinked gratefully at her, then turned back to his work. His necklace was now fully visible. His eyes were closed. After a while, the monster began to un-freeze. At that very same moment, Bandit awoke from the ruffles of the creature's mind.
Olivia once again wrote the word freeze on the page, but nothing happened. A voice inside of her told her that she could not use the same word over and over on something. It was like it had to recharge.
Panic took hold of her. How could she stop it. Bandit couldn't do mind control on such a powerful being, Spider was hurt, and Crystal was helping him. It circled back to Olivia.
Olivia wrote: Lion. Then she tossed the string at her enemy. The string instantly turned into a lion and began to fight the translucent creature.
Then, lastly, Olivia scrawled: Block, her instincts taking over as she wrote.
There was a blue energy block above her and Bandit's heads.
"Why is this creature here?" Olivia shouted over the sounds of the battling lion and beast.
"It is a robot-operated mirage of the real thing, so it doesn't have much of a mind. The robot operating it was created by a group of scientists working for a man who's name is unknown even to the robot. The man is referred to by the robot and scientists as 'Master'.
"Apparently, he runs everything in huge mansion. He is closely guarded 24 hours every day, has multiple taste-testers, and traps all over his mansion. I did not find his goal in attacking Cleopatra's State."
Olivia felt like she had been covered in ice. She said nothing, shell-shocked. Suddenly, she pulled out of it and gasped as though she had been pulled out from deep water. "Scientists? Guards? Traps?"
"Deja vu?" Spider asked, smiling teasingly as Crystal helped him over to the protective energy block.
"Spider," Bandit began to scold. "This is not the time to be funny! There is a lion and robot-operated merage engaged in battle just beyond this floating blue energy block shield!"
Olivia stifled a laugh. Yeah, we live regular, normal lives. She thought. She knew that Bandit would kill her if she said the out loud. The thought made her smile despite her efforts to keep a straight face.
Then, she heard the lion that she had conjured slam into the energy shield. She poked her head out from underneath the energy block. She gasped when she saw that the lion had crumbled into precious gems.
She gaped at the pile of gems for a while until, suddenly, the robot-mirage thing tossed a house at the blue block of energy. The energy block crumbled into jewels just as the lion had.
Olivia ran with Spider in her arms. She feared for her and her cats' lives. Crystal made blocks of gems around the mirage's feet, anchoring it to the ground. Though the gems were strong, they did not hold it longer than three seconds. The mirage pulled its feet out of the gem cases and flung itself at the group.
"A waste of good gems," Crystal sighed regretfully.
Olivia frantically wrote: Scarab. And whipped a sapphire out of her little gem bag. She chanted the word, and then she tossed the sapphire at the mirage. The sapphire turned into a beetle in midair. At first, Olivia was disappointed that her mind had suggested the word.
Then, the moment the scarab touched the mirage, millions coated it. Soon, all you could see was a mass of wriggling beetles encasing a robot mirage. This gave Olivia time for her final spell.
Olivia wrote: Banish. And, with that, the mirage began to blink in and out of existence, weaving between the boarders of life and non-existence. After half a minute, the mirage stopped. It seemed as though it was being erased. Fragments of it disappeared. Slowly, the creature vanished, forever gone.
Banish. The word echoed through Olivia's head. She wanted to shake it out from her ear like you would water after swimming. Olivia just hoped that, even for the terrible creature that had nearly killed so many families, banishment was not painful.
-KittyLover8
© 2012
Friday, July 6, 2012
The Three Wonderful Cats 2#
Olivia walked into the kitchen. Her father was there, arguing with
someone on the phone about something. A maid pealed potatoes over the
expensive-looking sink. Another maid was running around the place,
dusting, humming a rapid-paced tune. A third vacuumed.
Olivia aimlessly wandered the house, searching for one of her cats. Soon, she stumbled upon Spider, the cute little kitten warrior.
"Hi, Spider!" Olivia said happily, always blissful to see one of her cats.
Spider purred. As Olivia wondered why he wasn't speaking, a maid that had been dusting in the room caught he eye.
Oh! Olivia realized that Spider wasn't talking because of the presence of the maid.
As soon as the maid left, Spider meowed hurriedly, "Follow me."
Olivia did as he asked and followed him, wondering what he wanted her to see and/or where he was taking her.
Soon, they reached Olivia's bedroom, where Crystal and Bandit sat.
"Hello, Crystal. Bandit," Olivia greeted them warmly.
"We must speak with you," Bandit meowed. "When the sun is at its highest point in the sky, you will take up your weapons, food and other supplies. Then, with us, you will leave the safety of your home and family. We will take our own weapons with us. We are going on a mission. We will explain what our mission is while we flee from the mansion."
"Wait--Weapons? Leave? Mission?" Olivia gasped.
"Take what you think is important and that you think you will need on our mission and then meet us. You have one hour until midday, so you should probably start packing."
Olivia packed a small bag of gems, some string, a pocket knife, a blanket, two changes off clothes, a sweater, some money, and a notebook and pen. In a separate bag, she packed a bunch of bananas, a bunch of grapes, some bread, some cat food and cat food bowls, water bottles, and a can of baked beans.
She met her cats just before midday.
"Come. We must leave now," Bandit meowed briefly.
And so, the fled from the mansion. Olivia's bags were heavy, so, on the next stop, she decided to see if she could lighten the load. Although the string, gems, and notebook and pen seemed useless, she felt the need to keep them. As though they would have importance on her mission.
The pocket knife was the only 'weapon' that she had, so it was defiantly staying. The changes of clothes would most likely be needed on the mission, along with a sweater, for cold nights. If she needed anything at a store, she would have to have money to pay for it.
She sighed. She couldn't drop any food. She couldn't lighten the load.
"Bandit?" she asked.
"Yes?" he sighed.
"How much longer do we have to travel?" Olivia questioned as she gazed at her magical cats, all of which were rubbing there sore and cut pads.
"Not much farther. I'd say another five miles or so and we'll be at the village," Bandit meowed in reply.
"Five miles? Okay. Let's travel for another mile or so and then stop."
"No. We will stop when we get there. It is important that we arrive as soon as we can."
And so, they trudged on five miles. When they reached the village, Olivia could see why the villagers needed their help. Chard houses from past fires dotted a dusty clearing. And those were some of the few that were still standing. There were shallow, black ditches where houses had once stood. There were places still smoldering. The place was a mess. Cats were huddles in corners with their few positions--
Wait--Cats? Instead of people for villagers, the village had cats. Some of the cats were dressed, some weren't. Most had collars. Olivia, at first, wondered if they had owners that they had escaped from, but then she saw the burnt store with a burnt sign that read: Collar & Clothes Shop. The village had quite a few chard shops.
"What is the name of the village?" Olivia wondered aloud. She wondered how people had pasted the little village by without noticing the burning houses and feline residents.
Crystal, being a cat of few words, pointed to a half-burned sign above them that read: Cleopatra's State. State? Olivia wondered. Cleopatra? Cleopatra was not a cat, not that Olivia knew of.
"Cleopatra!" Spider cried happily, interrupting Olivia's thoughts.
Olivia turned around to see a beautiful golden she-cat with a wonderful collar embracing Spider. The cat had one green eye, one gold. She was the most beautiful cat Olivia had ever seen.
Olivia felt awkward, not being a cat at the moment. "Hello, Cleopatra."
"Queen Cleopatra!" Bandit corrected.
Olivia aimlessly wandered the house, searching for one of her cats. Soon, she stumbled upon Spider, the cute little kitten warrior.
"Hi, Spider!" Olivia said happily, always blissful to see one of her cats.
Spider purred. As Olivia wondered why he wasn't speaking, a maid that had been dusting in the room caught he eye.
Oh! Olivia realized that Spider wasn't talking because of the presence of the maid.
As soon as the maid left, Spider meowed hurriedly, "Follow me."
Olivia did as he asked and followed him, wondering what he wanted her to see and/or where he was taking her.
Soon, they reached Olivia's bedroom, where Crystal and Bandit sat.
"Hello, Crystal. Bandit," Olivia greeted them warmly.
"We must speak with you," Bandit meowed. "When the sun is at its highest point in the sky, you will take up your weapons, food and other supplies. Then, with us, you will leave the safety of your home and family. We will take our own weapons with us. We are going on a mission. We will explain what our mission is while we flee from the mansion."
"Wait--Weapons? Leave? Mission?" Olivia gasped.
"Take what you think is important and that you think you will need on our mission and then meet us. You have one hour until midday, so you should probably start packing."
*****
Olivia packed a small bag of gems, some string, a pocket knife, a blanket, two changes off clothes, a sweater, some money, and a notebook and pen. In a separate bag, she packed a bunch of bananas, a bunch of grapes, some bread, some cat food and cat food bowls, water bottles, and a can of baked beans.
She met her cats just before midday.
"Come. We must leave now," Bandit meowed briefly.
And so, the fled from the mansion. Olivia's bags were heavy, so, on the next stop, she decided to see if she could lighten the load. Although the string, gems, and notebook and pen seemed useless, she felt the need to keep them. As though they would have importance on her mission.
The pocket knife was the only 'weapon' that she had, so it was defiantly staying. The changes of clothes would most likely be needed on the mission, along with a sweater, for cold nights. If she needed anything at a store, she would have to have money to pay for it.
She sighed. She couldn't drop any food. She couldn't lighten the load.
"Bandit?" she asked.
"Yes?" he sighed.
"How much longer do we have to travel?" Olivia questioned as she gazed at her magical cats, all of which were rubbing there sore and cut pads.
"Not much farther. I'd say another five miles or so and we'll be at the village," Bandit meowed in reply.
"Five miles? Okay. Let's travel for another mile or so and then stop."
"No. We will stop when we get there. It is important that we arrive as soon as we can."
And so, they trudged on five miles. When they reached the village, Olivia could see why the villagers needed their help. Chard houses from past fires dotted a dusty clearing. And those were some of the few that were still standing. There were shallow, black ditches where houses had once stood. There were places still smoldering. The place was a mess. Cats were huddles in corners with their few positions--
Wait--Cats? Instead of people for villagers, the village had cats. Some of the cats were dressed, some weren't. Most had collars. Olivia, at first, wondered if they had owners that they had escaped from, but then she saw the burnt store with a burnt sign that read: Collar & Clothes Shop. The village had quite a few chard shops.
"What is the name of the village?" Olivia wondered aloud. She wondered how people had pasted the little village by without noticing the burning houses and feline residents.
Crystal, being a cat of few words, pointed to a half-burned sign above them that read: Cleopatra's State. State? Olivia wondered. Cleopatra? Cleopatra was not a cat, not that Olivia knew of.
"Cleopatra!" Spider cried happily, interrupting Olivia's thoughts.
Olivia turned around to see a beautiful golden she-cat with a wonderful collar embracing Spider. The cat had one green eye, one gold. She was the most beautiful cat Olivia had ever seen.
Olivia felt awkward, not being a cat at the moment. "Hello, Cleopatra."
"Queen Cleopatra!" Bandit corrected.
*****
Cleopatra showed them to their rooms. Each cat had his or her own room, this included Olivia also. Her bedroom had a small bed with a gray mattress and gray and brown pillows. It had a large, dark brown bookshelf loaded with books. Cleopatra told her that she could read whichever book and whenever she wanted.
The walls were painted a beautiful gray. There were two paintings of still-life bowls of fruit hoovering over a chocolate-brown desk with a comfortable gray swivel chair. On the desk there was a potted bunch of flowers. Upon the desk sat a laptop. Cleopatra granted Olivia use of the computer. She had also told Olivia that, if she wanted, she could take the swirled gray and brown laptop back home with her.
There was also a large gray dresser with items like a brush in its first drawer and a round mirror resting on the top. The second and third were empty. Olivia placed her bags in the separate drawers with relief.
There were three gray hangers that roosted on the wall over her bed. She wondered if and how she could use them for future use.
There was also a clock, a clock identical to Olivia's wall hanging clock back at home. Olivia gaped at the clock, which read: 9:35.
Cleopatra turned to show Spider to his room across the hall from Olivia's as Olivia marveled her room.
Olivia and her cats settled to sleep after eating a bit. Olivia had a bit of trouble falling asleep. She missed her mother, her father, and her wonderful home. She decided to look around the lovely, small room. She gazed at the window, which had its silver curtain pulled back only slightly. A silvery-white sliver of moonlight sliced across the room.
The curtain caught Olivia's attention. She sat up and walked over to the curtain. She pulled it back and stared out of the window, into the starry sky. The stars smiled down at her, the gray claw-moon cradled an invisible baby.
Olivia sighed. Across the little town, there seemed to be peace spreading like a gentle wave. All was quiet. All was still. Olivia wanted to sit by the window sill for all eternity.
She, begrudgingly, turned away from the beauty beyond the window and sat back in her bed. She wondered what her and her cats' mission was. She pondered for some time, but, at last, she slipped into the peaceful world of dreams.
There was also a clock, a clock identical to Olivia's wall hanging clock back at home. Olivia gaped at the clock, which read: 9:35.
Cleopatra turned to show Spider to his room across the hall from Olivia's as Olivia marveled her room.
Olivia and her cats settled to sleep after eating a bit. Olivia had a bit of trouble falling asleep. She missed her mother, her father, and her wonderful home. She decided to look around the lovely, small room. She gazed at the window, which had its silver curtain pulled back only slightly. A silvery-white sliver of moonlight sliced across the room.
The curtain caught Olivia's attention. She sat up and walked over to the curtain. She pulled it back and stared out of the window, into the starry sky. The stars smiled down at her, the gray claw-moon cradled an invisible baby.
Olivia sighed. Across the little town, there seemed to be peace spreading like a gentle wave. All was quiet. All was still. Olivia wanted to sit by the window sill for all eternity.
She, begrudgingly, turned away from the beauty beyond the window and sat back in her bed. She wondered what her and her cats' mission was. She pondered for some time, but, at last, she slipped into the peaceful world of dreams.
*****
When Olivia awoke, it was midnight. She smelled something burning and choked on smoke, which filled the room. She rushed to the window and looked through the glass. She gasped at what she saw.
It was a translucent figure that changed shape with ever movement it made. It was wreaking havoc on the sad little village. She heard the screams of fleeing cats. Olivia had to do something for these kind cats that had earlier welcomed her with open arms.
She raced over to Spider's bedroom. He was still sound asleep in his bed. She shock him awake.
"Quick!" she cried desperately. "We must help the villagers! The village is under attack!"
Spider, still dazed, reached for his bow and arrows and mewled, "Were?"
"Outside! You can't miss it! It's huge!" Olivia knew that she was freaking out, but she was fearful of the softy of the tiny families that she had seen when she had first arrived.
"Okay!" Spider gasped, now fully awake. He snatched up his sward and stuffed it into its sheath. The arrows flew into their quiver. The bow was held steady by sure paws. "Ready?" he smiled.
"Ready," Olivia said, determined.
While Spider got Bandit and Crystal awake and ready, Olivia got her stuff. She snatched up the gems, notebook and pen, string, and pocket knife. Ready. She repeated in her head.
Once she was out of her room, her cats were ready for combat. And together, they raced forth to meat their enemy.
-KittyLover8
© 2012
Thursday, July 5, 2012
The Fourth of July With Cupcake
Cupcake purred. She sat by the window as fireworks whined up until they touched the clouds, then exploded into marvelous colors. Although she didn't like the noise, she loved to see the wonderful fireworks burst into color with a pop or fizz in the dark sky. It was a brilliant sight.
Her owner was not setting off fireworks, afraid to hurt Cupcake and her sister, Frost's, ears. Her owner just sat back with Cupcake by the window sill at 10:00, watching the fireworks and enjoying the beautiful colors.
Frost, on the other hand, did not like the fireworks. She did not like the crackle of them being lit. She did not like the whine of them soaring, bound for the sky. And, most of all, she did not like the pop and fizz of them bursting.
Cupcake could understand her sister's disliking the unbearable noise, but she wished that her sister would watch the wonderful colors fly through the sky with her. After all, it was a once a year experience.
Cupcake sighed. She knew that she would never get Frost near the window. She knew that she couldn't.
Cupcake turned to see her sister cowering underneath the sofa. How in the world did she get under there? Cupcake wondered. Then she turned back to the window. Why wouldn't her sister listen to her?
A marvelous red, white and blue firework broke the silence. It was shortly followed by a yellow and purple one, then a green firework. Not far behind came a pink one, and lastly, a red. Cupcake sighed with pleasure. Then straightened with determination. She must get her sister to see this rare and awesome sight.
Cupcake jumped down from the window sill. She trotted over to the back end of the sofa, the one turning away from the window.
"Frost! Come on out Frost!" she called.
Frost's head popped out from beneath the chair. She sneezed, muttered something about how dusty it was under there, and the meowed, "Yes?"
"I was just wondering--" Cupcake was broken off by another sneeze. Then she began once more, "I was just wondering why you won't go over by the window sill and watch the fireworks with me."
"Well, the fireworks are loud and scary," came the reply, followed shortly by yet another sneeze.
"'Bless you."
"Thank you."
Cupcake coughed. "But you can still hear the fireworks from under the sofa. Also it is much more comfortable sitting on the window sill."
Frost sighed. "I guess so, but what happens when they pop?"
"Oh! The burst into beautiful colors! It's wonderful!" Cupcake replied enthusiastically.
"They do? I didn't know that!" A look of curiosity sparked in her eyes. "Maybe you can take me for just one look?"
"Sure!"
And the two walked over to the window. Once they sat down, Frost's tail trashed with excitement and anticipation.
"Oh, I can't wait to see!" Frost cried happily.
But, as soon as they began to hear the crackle of the firework being lit, Frost jumped off of the window sill and darted under the sofa once again.
"Frost!" Cupcake meowed unhappily.
"Oh, the sound is so scary!"
"The crackle won't hurt you. Nor will the whine or the fizz or the pop. They're just sounds. You could hear them under the sofa, but did they hurt you?"
"No."
"Then come on out!" Cupcake meowed.
"Okay!"
They ran back over to the window. They were just in time. The firecracker whizzed into the air. It popped into a shower of red, white, and blue.
"Wow," the sisters whispered in melody.
And after that, Frost always watched the fireworks with Cupcake.
"Happy Fourth of July!"
-KittyLover8
© 2012
Her owner was not setting off fireworks, afraid to hurt Cupcake and her sister, Frost's, ears. Her owner just sat back with Cupcake by the window sill at 10:00, watching the fireworks and enjoying the beautiful colors.
Frost, on the other hand, did not like the fireworks. She did not like the crackle of them being lit. She did not like the whine of them soaring, bound for the sky. And, most of all, she did not like the pop and fizz of them bursting.
Cupcake could understand her sister's disliking the unbearable noise, but she wished that her sister would watch the wonderful colors fly through the sky with her. After all, it was a once a year experience.
Cupcake sighed. She knew that she would never get Frost near the window. She knew that she couldn't.
Cupcake turned to see her sister cowering underneath the sofa. How in the world did she get under there? Cupcake wondered. Then she turned back to the window. Why wouldn't her sister listen to her?
A marvelous red, white and blue firework broke the silence. It was shortly followed by a yellow and purple one, then a green firework. Not far behind came a pink one, and lastly, a red. Cupcake sighed with pleasure. Then straightened with determination. She must get her sister to see this rare and awesome sight.
Cupcake jumped down from the window sill. She trotted over to the back end of the sofa, the one turning away from the window.
"Frost! Come on out Frost!" she called.
Frost's head popped out from beneath the chair. She sneezed, muttered something about how dusty it was under there, and the meowed, "Yes?"
"I was just wondering--" Cupcake was broken off by another sneeze. Then she began once more, "I was just wondering why you won't go over by the window sill and watch the fireworks with me."
"Well, the fireworks are loud and scary," came the reply, followed shortly by yet another sneeze.
"'Bless you."
"Thank you."
Cupcake coughed. "But you can still hear the fireworks from under the sofa. Also it is much more comfortable sitting on the window sill."
Frost sighed. "I guess so, but what happens when they pop?"
"Oh! The burst into beautiful colors! It's wonderful!" Cupcake replied enthusiastically.
"They do? I didn't know that!" A look of curiosity sparked in her eyes. "Maybe you can take me for just one look?"
"Sure!"
And the two walked over to the window. Once they sat down, Frost's tail trashed with excitement and anticipation.
"Oh, I can't wait to see!" Frost cried happily.
But, as soon as they began to hear the crackle of the firework being lit, Frost jumped off of the window sill and darted under the sofa once again.
"Frost!" Cupcake meowed unhappily.
"Oh, the sound is so scary!"
"The crackle won't hurt you. Nor will the whine or the fizz or the pop. They're just sounds. You could hear them under the sofa, but did they hurt you?"
"No."
"Then come on out!" Cupcake meowed.
"Okay!"
They ran back over to the window. They were just in time. The firecracker whizzed into the air. It popped into a shower of red, white, and blue.
"Wow," the sisters whispered in melody.
And after that, Frost always watched the fireworks with Cupcake.
"Happy Fourth of July!"
-KittyLover8
© 2012
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
The Three Wonderful Cats 1#
A young girl named Olivia lived in a wealthy house and was showered with presents, gems, and jewels. Despite the many gems and glamorous presents, her most favorite and most treasured possessions were her three cats. Their names were Spider, a black tom with brown eyes, Crystal, a white she-cat with one blue eye and one green eye, and Bandit, a black and white tom with green eyes.
Olivia loved her three cats more than anything. She gave them each different collars to match their eyes. A brown diamond on Spider’s collar, half of a sapphire and half of and emerald on Crystal’s, and emerald on Bandit’s collar. She showered them with toys and treats. She pampered them with the finest cat food served in monogrammed cat dishes. She assigned a personal maid for each cat. She gave them each their own pillow and each their own room. She brushed them herself every day.
But, most importantly, she gave them love.
Olivia yawned and blinked away the sunlight. All three of her cats lay on top of her. A maid was trying to wake her up still even though she was awake. A unanswered phone rang in the distance. Olivia wearily turned toward one of the two clocks in her room. One was a digital one that sat on her dresser. Another (her personal favorite) hung on the wall. She looked up at the wall-hanging one now, seeing that it read 7:06. She always was supposed to wake up at exactly 7 o’clock. Her parents would be angry at her for waking up so late.
The maid said, “Up now. Wake up. Morning time.” and a number of other things to try to wake Olivia up.
Olivia moaned, “I am up.”
The maid replied persistently, “Breakfast time, madam.”
Olivia moaned again and rolled out of bed. Then she dragged herself down the stairs.
Her mother greeted her by saying, “Your food is cold, your hair a mess, and you’re still in your pajamas.” Then sighed. “Honestly, Olivia. Why do you come downstairs late and looking like a mess?”
"Sorry, Mother."
"Now eat your food," her mother said, an ear on her shoulder as she waited for the person on the other line to pick up.
Olivia did as her mother asked and sat down and ate her food. The food was not cold, as Olivia had expected. Once she had finished her food, Spider and Crystal stalked in. Their brilliant collars fitted around their necks, as always. They meowed at her in perfect melody. They wanted their food. Olivia felt a smile spread across her face. They were so sweat to her. They wanted their food right now, and they were getting it.
"Okay guys. Let's go!" Olivia called over her shoulder as she ran upstairs, the cats on her heels.
Olivia loved her three cats more than anything. She gave them each different collars to match their eyes. A brown diamond on Spider’s collar, half of a sapphire and half of and emerald on Crystal’s, and emerald on Bandit’s collar. She showered them with toys and treats. She pampered them with the finest cat food served in monogrammed cat dishes. She assigned a personal maid for each cat. She gave them each their own pillow and each their own room. She brushed them herself every day.
But, most importantly, she gave them love.
*****
Olivia yawned and blinked away the sunlight. All three of her cats lay on top of her. A maid was trying to wake her up still even though she was awake. A unanswered phone rang in the distance. Olivia wearily turned toward one of the two clocks in her room. One was a digital one that sat on her dresser. Another (her personal favorite) hung on the wall. She looked up at the wall-hanging one now, seeing that it read 7:06. She always was supposed to wake up at exactly 7 o’clock. Her parents would be angry at her for waking up so late.
The maid said, “Up now. Wake up. Morning time.” and a number of other things to try to wake Olivia up.
Olivia moaned, “I am up.”
The maid replied persistently, “Breakfast time, madam.”
Olivia moaned again and rolled out of bed. Then she dragged herself down the stairs.
Her mother greeted her by saying, “Your food is cold, your hair a mess, and you’re still in your pajamas.” Then sighed. “Honestly, Olivia. Why do you come downstairs late and looking like a mess?”
"Sorry, Mother."
"Now eat your food," her mother said, an ear on her shoulder as she waited for the person on the other line to pick up.
Olivia did as her mother asked and sat down and ate her food. The food was not cold, as Olivia had expected. Once she had finished her food, Spider and Crystal stalked in. Their brilliant collars fitted around their necks, as always. They meowed at her in perfect melody. They wanted their food. Olivia felt a smile spread across her face. They were so sweat to her. They wanted their food right now, and they were getting it.
"Okay guys. Let's go!" Olivia called over her shoulder as she ran upstairs, the cats on her heels.
*****
Once her wonderful cats were fed (they were shortly joined by Bandit once the food was poured into the bowls), Olivia sat on the bed and brushed them. She talked to them about how beautiful they were. Saying things like, "Oh, Spider, may wonderful boy! You're so dapper!" and "You too, Bandit! And you're just as elegant, Crystal!" and such. Then, just as she was telling Bandit what a wonderful boy he was, Bandit said, "Why, thank you."
Olivia blinked several times. "Bandit?" she managed to gasp.
"We cats can talk, if that's what you're worrying about," said Bandit matter-a-factually.
"You--you have?" Olivia gasped in surprise.
"Yes," Crystal mewed.
"Always!" Spider chided.
"I--I can't believe it! You can speak! That's amazing! Why haven't you told me before?" Olivia exclaimed excitedly.
"We have kept it secret from you because we are...magical cats. We were and are afraid that you will call upon our powers when they are not needed. And we were and are afraid that you will take advantage of our powers to frequently," Bandit explained.
Olivia's jaw dropped. "Magical cats?" she gasped.
"With magical powers!" Spider reminded her.
"Like, what kind of powers?" Olivia asked.
"One example is that Crystal can use perishes stones and metals to do many magical things from creating monsters to levitating objects," Bandit explained.
"Wow! That's amazing, Crystal!" Olivia's jaw hung.
"Thank you," Crystal whispered quietly.
"So, why are you telling me? Why not someone else, like my mother or father?" Olivia asked, unable to contain her curiosity.
"Because we trust you, Olivia, master," Crystal mewed.
"We agreed not to call her master!" Bandit hissed.
"Oh, yes. I am sorry," Crystal sighed, looking hurt.
Olivia coughed. "So, these powers. You've had them your whole lives? Why didn't you tell me earlier? Why now?"
"Because, you will need our powers soon. Very soon." Crystal whispered this so quietly that Olivia could barely hear her.
Then, with that, the cats slunk under the bed.
"So, why are you telling me? Why not someone else, like my mother or father?" Olivia asked, unable to contain her curiosity.
"Because we trust you, Olivia, master," Crystal mewed.
"We agreed not to call her master!" Bandit hissed.
"Oh, yes. I am sorry," Crystal sighed, looking hurt.
Olivia coughed. "So, these powers. You've had them your whole lives? Why didn't you tell me earlier? Why now?"
"Because, you will need our powers soon. Very soon." Crystal whispered this so quietly that Olivia could barely hear her.
Then, with that, the cats slunk under the bed.
A few days later, as Olivia became more accustom to her three cat's powers. Spider was a wonderful warrior. He had a magical bow, arrows, quiver, and a sword.
Bandit had mind-reading powers. He had a special, goth necklace that allowed him to do so. The necklace was invisible by a spell. It turned half-visible or visible when in use depending on who he was using it on. The more powerful the creature is, the more visible the necklace. He also could control weaker creatures by using their minds.
Olivia was amazed at her cats' powers. She felt as though she would never get over her shock at hearing how powerful her pampered pets were.
-KittyLover8
© 2012
Bandit had mind-reading powers. He had a special, goth necklace that allowed him to do so. The necklace was invisible by a spell. It turned half-visible or visible when in use depending on who he was using it on. The more powerful the creature is, the more visible the necklace. He also could control weaker creatures by using their minds.
Olivia was amazed at her cats' powers. She felt as though she would never get over her shock at hearing how powerful her pampered pets were.
-KittyLover8
© 2012
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