This is my first story so I know it may not be very good. But I really hope you like it! In my CATS world, I still imagine them as they appeared in the video. They act almost like humans but I still call their 'hands', 'paws'. I don't remember if I did this in the story, but I also consider them capable of blushing and kissing as well as rubbing sides to show affection. I realize that these chapters are really short but I did my best and some are even shorter. Read and Review please!
Darkness surrounded the tiny black tom. He felt weak and alone. He didn't know where he was or how he got there. He couldn't remember anything from before. Why was he lying there in the first place? He tried to open his eyes but found he couldn't. The lids of his eyes seemed too heavy to be moved. Next, he tried to move his limbs, but every time he moved so much as a toe, a surge of pain leapt through his whole body. He decided to just stay still. All the little tom knew was that he was lying helplessly on the ground he didn't know where or why.
Then he became aware of voices above him. He could only hear two of them. They mostly spoke in whispers but some of what they were saying reached little tom's ears. "Is he dead?" a gravelly voice asked. The black tom would have spoken for himself if he had had the strength. But he didn't and kept quiet.
He heard paws pad on the ground as one of the cats came near him. The scent of the cat was filling his nostrils as it came closer. Once again, he tried to open his eyes.
"He's still breathing." was the cat's response. "In fact, it looks like he's waking up."
The little tom managed to crack open his eyes. Light flooded his vision and made him wince. But as his eyes grew used to the light, he opened his eyes further and saw two older toms in front of him. One with a golden mane and a black pelt stared at him with increasing interest. The other was white with patches of black. He looked down on the little tom with the greatest sympathy in his eyes. When the maned cat saw that the little tom's eyes were open, he asked, "Where are you from?"
The patched tom stared at him as if to say, Nice introduction. But the little tom searched his memory to give him an answer. His head hurt badly when he tried to remember. But still, he tried to find an answer. There was only a black hole in his mind. He found nothing.
"I don't remember." His voice was barely a whisper.
"Can you tell us your name?" asked the patched tom.
Again, the little tom searched his memory. It didn't take long. That question seemed to be the only answer he could give them.
"Quaxo…Mistoffelees." He managed. Then once again, he drifted into darkness.
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When Quaxo next opened his eyes, he was staring up at a low metal ceiling. He was on a small bed and under the cover of some blankets. He tried to sit up but as soon as he moved pain shot through his body. He looked at himself for the first time since he had woken up outside. The white fur on his back leg was dyed red from a gash and there were cuts everywhere. But someone had done the best they could in cleaning and bandaging the bigger injuries. What had happened to him? He tried to remember, but nothing came to mind. His headache returned as bad as ever. Then, outside, he heard the voices of other cats.
"You should have seen how pathetic he looked. Just lying there by himself hopelessly." It sounded like the patched tom. Quaxo noted the tone of sympathy in his voice.
"Did he say anything about who he was or where he was from?" a soft voice asked. It sounded like a queen's voice.
"He couldn't remember where he came from." said the tom. The conversation seemed to stop for a minute as if they were thinking about something. Then the conversation continued. "But he did give me a name."
"What was it?" the queen asked.
"Quaxo Mistoffelees." answered the tom. Again they stopped for a few seconds. "Why do you think he can't remember where he's from?" asked the tom.
"I don't know." came the queen's response.
There was no more to the conversation. A minute later, a young female calico pulled the curtain to the room aside so she could walk into it. When she saw Quaxo looking at her, she smiled. "So you're awake." she said with a note of relief in her voice. It was her he had heard talking to the patched tom. She walked over to his bedside and sat down. "How do you feel?" she asked.
Quaxo wanted to say he was fine, but that would have been a blatant lie. His head was screaming and his body hurt all over. The calico didn't need to hear his answer when she looked into his eyes and saw how much pain he was in.
"Get some rest. You're safe here." she said. "We'll talk later." As she was leaving, she turned towards him again. "And by the way, my name is Jemima." She smiled and disappeared behind the curtain.
