Hey, everyone! I really hope that you like this story. I worked really hard on it. I'll update every Sunday, or at least try to. This is my first Warriors story. I hope you enjoy! From, Dominosrule.
Nutmeg shook out her fur and looked in the mirror at her collar. Ah. Perfect as always. At a bejewled lavender color with a hot pink rinestone in the middle, it was the best collar to be found.
She pranced into the girl's room. Violet. That was her name. This Violet was 14 old, and very childish and spoiled. But that was the way Nutmeg loved her. She had a number of dolls from all over the world. From an Australian doll with long, black hair wearing a dark green headband and orange knitted dress to an American doll with short brown hair and a lacy blue dress. She had drawers of accesories from hot pink, finger less, fishnet gloves to a sparkly, leopard print fedora.
Nutmeg jumped onto Violet's bed and prodded her with a paw. It took a couple prods, for Violet was a very deep sleeper. She was dressed in silk, magenta colored pajamas. They had kittens on them. Finally she woke up.
"Five more minutes, Mom!" She exclaimed, groggily without opening her eyes.
"It's me, Vi," meowed Nutmeg. Violet was not able to understand her of course, but Nutmeg didn't care. She pranced over to Violet's open dresser draws and pulled out a turqouise colored designer dress with a thin, brown belt.
"That's perf, Meg! Thanks," Violet said. The two were very close. Violet was the one that had picked Nutmeg out at the pet store and named her. Her parents were the ones who her fed her and bought her everything, but Nutmeg felt no kindness to them at all. She knew that Violet would bring her everywhere if she could.
Violet got up, got dressed, and brushed her waist-long, silky, blond hair. She pulled it back and into a french braid. She brushed her teeth and ate her usual breakfast of two pieces of french toast and hot chocolate with three jet puffed marshmallows made in Austria.
Her parents, Linda and Zackary came down the wooden spiral stairs. They were very rich. Zackary worked as a cameraman for the local news show and Linda was a music producer. She made all of the biggest stars famous. Justin Beiber, Selena Gomez, Michael Jackson, Taylor Swift, ect. Legend has it that her father had made Elvis Presly famous. Therefor, they had lots of money.
Linda grabbed the cat food out of their fancy food filled pantry while Zackary pulled the milk out of the refrigerator. Nutmeg meowed her thanks and ate her food at the table with Violet and her parents, something almost no kittypet gets to do.
After Violet finished, she grabbed her designer lemon yellow backpack and orange sunglasses.
"Bye, Meg. I wish I could bring you with me. I'll, like, see you when I get home. Love you. Like, bye Mom. Bye Dad." With that, Violet skipped out the door and into the bus waiting for her. Her parents followed and stepped into their seperate convertibles to go to their jobs.
Nutmeg sighed. She was sad that Violet had to leave for eight hours every day, but she also cherished the time that she was away. It was her time to relax, to have the whole mansion to herself. She pranced over to her hot pink catbed with bright blue diamonds on it and went to sleep. Ah. This was the life.
So, what did you think? Happy New Year, everyone! I hope your having fun celebrating with your close ones! See you next year.
