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Hey guys! It's Eli, back at it again with another blog, but this time, it's another story-based one. "Boo!" I hear a thousand Magikarps ring. "You gave us a story blog last time, and it was one about a collection of Chiaroscuro contest entries that never happened because you lost on the first round! Give it up!" Yes, I know, and because of that, I almost lost my motivation to make blogs. But hey, even if tough times like this, I'm not going to give up blogging just yet. Now, when I noticed PMC was going to get another blog contest, I was excited! What made me more pumped was that it was an animal's perspective blog, and trust me, I'm a huge fan of writing stuff like this.
But what could I choose? I knew mythical animals were out of the question, and I already did a dolphin-based story in the past, so what gives? I tried thinking of something, but it was getting closer and closer to the due date. Eventually, I just gave up and said, "You know what? Screw it. I'm just going to stick to what I write best: Warrior cats stories.
As a huge warrior cats fan, I trained myself in writing from the perspective of a cat, and after many roleplay sessions, I've finally nailed it. Before you go off and close this spoiler to read the story, I just want to let you know that this story is going to have no pictures, unlike most of my blogs in the past, so you're going to have to end up using your imagination, mostly because I'm too lazy to draw every situation in MS Paint or even Flash. With that out of the way, I hope you'll enjoy this story, and don't forget to live life the porpoiseful way as I fill this spoiler out with some promised memes and gifs.
Peace!
But what could I choose? I knew mythical animals were out of the question, and I already did a dolphin-based story in the past, so what gives? I tried thinking of something, but it was getting closer and closer to the due date. Eventually, I just gave up and said, "You know what? Screw it. I'm just going to stick to what I write best: Warrior cats stories.
As a huge warrior cats fan, I trained myself in writing from the perspective of a cat, and after many roleplay sessions, I've finally nailed it. Before you go off and close this spoiler to read the story, I just want to let you know that this story is going to have no pictures, unlike most of my blogs in the past, so you're going to have to end up using your imagination, mostly because I'm too lazy to draw every situation in MS Paint or even Flash. With that out of the way, I hope you'll enjoy this story, and don't forget to live life the porpoiseful way as I fill this spoiler out with some promised memes and gifs.
Peace!
Note: The actual story is around 1,855 words. Enjoy!
Another boring day in this boring twoleg nest. I wake up, yawning as I lay near the strange glass thing's edge. It shows the outside world I once lived in, filled with luscious trees and grass that was comforting to my paws. Scrumptious fresh-kill filled the grounds such as birds, mice, and even squirrels. I notice a few birds out the glass thing, chirping, almost as they are mocking me for being stuck inside this dumb nest. My stomach rumbles immensely just by seeing them, and I growl silently at a distance, instinctively scratching at the glass thing with my claws unsheathed. I have to get out. I must escape! It's been three quarter-moons and I'm already getting sick and tired of being a kittypet! How did the legendary Firestar himself even endure any of this mess? Suddenly, a twoleg starts to push me off the glass thing's wooden edge, spouting strange yet mean meowing noises as he hissed at me to go away. Yeesh! Can't a warrior like me do anything in this hole of the Dark Woods?
As I sprinted towards a rather white part of the nest, I notice a few other kittypets, who have been here for three (yes, three) full-moons from now, getting high off of catmint. "Sprinkles, my dude," a brown tom with blue eyes named 'George' meows to me. "Come get a load of this catnip! It's killer!" Catnip? Really? I'm not surprised these two don't know their herbs. Even a loner off the barn can tell you that's catmint! Also, if you don't know, Sprinkles is my dumb kittypet name the twolegs gave to me. "It's Littleflower, you mousebrains." I growl to the dumb kittypets. "Also, you shouldn't take anything the twolegs give to you, especially catmint. You should only use it when you need to relax from a painful bite." Before I was captured, I was the medicine cat of ShadowClan. I can't even imagine who would replace me after a stunt like this. "Whatever, Sprinkles." A white tom with black and white stripes named 'Milky' mews with a dazed look in his eyes. "We don't care what that stuff is for. If our owners say it's catnip, then it is." "For the hundredth time," I hiss back at those ignorant piles of fox dung. "My name is not Spri-"
A soft twoleg mew interrupts my sentence while holding two bowls of what looks to be one with rabbit pellets and one with soft slop. For the record, I would never eat that stuff, even if I was on the verge of hunger. I would be a disgrace to my entire clan! Only mousebrains from ThunderClan or SkyClan would devour that up. The two semi-tall kittypets blissfully walk towards the so-called 'fresh kill' like it's a happy stroll in the woods. "Oooh! Dinner! Coming, master owner!" They mew as I find my usual hiding spot. I jump over to my hiding place, which is the top of some floating wooden squares. Out of the few quarter-moons I've been in this dump, the twolegs barely ever notice I'm up here and they even try to meow for me with my stupid kittypet name. Sometimes, twolegs are just extremely mouse-brained. I stare down at the two kittypets, going for the soft slop as the twoleg is washing multiple strange thin white stumps. The scent that fills the air is a fake stench of fish and mice. My stomach starts to growl even more, but I refuse to let my instincts take hold of me this time. At sundown, I'll be free from this backwards twoleg nest, and I'll have all the mice and squirrels I can eat, all real and natural. Once the soft slop was consumed, the kittypets gravitate towards the rabbit pellets and ate it up like it was some sort of giant fresh-kill meal. I pity those poor kittypets who were brainwashed from this mess for two full-moons. I heard that there's this twoleg called the cutter who prevents you from having kits at all, and the way they do it is pretty nasty. From the looks of them, the cutter seemed to have got them as well. They say I'm eventually going to have to head to the cutter, and if that ever happens to me, I don't know what ShadowClan would think of me! I know I'm a Medicine Cat and all, but it's hard to think of what I might look like if the cutter got me! I decided to take a nap on the floating wooden squares as moon-high had finally arrived.
The twolegs that were normally out and about had finally went to sleep, and now was my chance to escape. I padded up to the two kittypets who slept next to the big glassy entrance and asked them how to get out of here. The brown one immediately woke up and answered my question. "If you wanna get outta here, Sprinkles, all you gotta do is reach that golden thing called a 'door handle.' It's normally unlocked at night so our owners can let out the dogs, but we don't bother with it so that we don't get into trouble. Heck, we don't have any collars, so how else would they find us?" He yawned for a short while and continued his meowing, "Whatever. You go do whatever you want. We won't tell your owners since they can't understand us." A jolt of energy rushed through my fur as I swished my tail in glee. "Wow," I mewed back. "Thanks so much! I never knew this stuff until now, and I cannot believe these twolegs are dumb enough to leave the door open. Heck, most twolegs I've heard of from stories have always locked their doors and kept many warriors in confinement for years on end!" I padded near the edge of the glass thing and jumped right onto it. "Thanks, kittypets!" I purred to them. "Maybe I'll tell my clan about you two sometime!" While standing on the floating wooding stick, I attempted to reach my paw out towards the so-called 'handle'. A few basic failed paw swipes later, I heard a click, which from what I assumed, opened it up. I jumped down and nudged my head at the 'door' which quickly closed itself behind me as I felt a cold breeze on my furry face. My hunting instincts ran wild as I looked around the twolegplace. I was finally free! Eat it, twolegs! I'm a real cat again, and there's nothing you can do to stop me!
I ran as fast as I could into the woods, sniffing down any real food as my stomach growled further. But then, I smelt it. Not one, not two, but three real mice were picked up by their scent! I assumed a normal hunting position as I slowly crept up behind the mice, trying not to break any twigs or leaves while doing so. I made sure my tail wasn't swishing, and when I saw my prey, I lunged at it with all my life. Two of the mice were able to escape, but the big fat one, which was the one I was aiming for, wasn't so lucky. While it was struggling, I nipped it's neck as I held it in my paws, killing it in the process. Immediately, I devoured it up, piece by piece so I could savor every last bite. It was my first real meal in forever, so what warrior wouldn't resist? After I ate my fresh-kill, I decided to go look for my clan. I sniffed out any traces of ShadowClan's territorial scent, but there was no luck. A long while and a mouse hunt later, I finally found my clan! Holding the mouse in my mouth with pride, I ran towards the scent as it drew closer and closer. I was finally home!
A few warriors were out on night patrol, which I recognized as Sealeaf, Tigersun, and Nightfoot. "Littleflower!" Nightfoot yowled with concern. "Thank goodness you are okay! Our Medicine Cat apprentice wasn't doing so hot without you, since she still needs training and all." "Did the twolegs get you brainwashed at all?" Tigersun meowed. "Because they say if the twoleg stench still lingers around, your mind has turned to mouse dung, *sniff* and you've still got it!" Oh, that Tigersun. He's always so naive, even as a warrior. Nightfoot is a warrior who seems grumpy, but will warm up to anyone who knows him well; and Sealeaf... Well, she's the opposite. "It's okay, Tigersun!" I mewed back. "Nothing awful happened to me during these past few quarter-moons." A jolly Sealeaf then piped up, purring, "Well, it's good to know that Littleflower is finally back and ready to do some healing like she always does. I'm gonna go let Rowanstar know about this. He's gonna be so happy!" As Sealeaf ran off to let Rowanstar know about my comeback, Nightfoot recommended me to roll into a nearby mud puddle to get rid of the twoleg stench, since it had rained recently. I thanked him as I padded over to the it and rolled around just enough to make the scent dissipate. Afterwards, I sat myself up and licked most of the mud away from my fur. Now it was time for me to see if my apprentice, Rainpaw, was doing alright.
I padded over to the medicine cat den, when all of a sudden... "Oh, hey Littleflower." A content meow of ShadowClan's leader, Rowanstar, made me arch back in shock. "Sorry to bother you, but Sealeaf had let me known of your presence and I just wanted to say I'm glad you're back unharmed. I thought we had to send an entire patrol out to get you back, but surprisingly, you freed yourself." I tilted my head at my leader and purred, "Thanks. I kind of had a little help from two lazy kittypets, but they didn't want to come back with me to ShadowClan. At least I'm back to give you more of those prophecies if StarClan gives me some, am I right?" I felt a slight nudge from Rowanstar's head as he purred at me. "Yeah," he mewed. "It's good to see that you're back. I'll be heading on my way back to my leader's den to get some rest. I bid you goodnight, Littleflower!" He waved his tail in a goodbye-like motion as he left, waving mine back in the process. I padded over to Rainpaw, who was sleeping in her nest quite snugly, and looked kind of cute while doing so. I went over to my nest, which was conveniently next to her's, and lid myself down in the giant patch of grass I missed for so long. Before I slept, however, I softly mewed something into Rainpaw's ear. "No need to worry," I purred. "The mother bird has finally been freed from her twoleg cage to feed her young with knowledge." Eventually, I curled myself up in a ball, gazing at Rainpaw to find her smiling before closing my eyes to rest up from the great escape.
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MANY.
CAT.
MEMES.
AAAH I LOVE IT.
*Ahem* Great story! :D Gl! <3
But yeah, despite my best efforts, I bet this isn't going to end up in the finals like my fan skin for Faiya didn't when I thought it would. :P