A/N: Hallo everyone! This is a joint story created by both FailingErin and AmbertheCat! Together we have each made original characters, and during the process of trying to figure out what to do with them, whose story we should put it in and all that Jazz, we have decided in the end to create this story so we could both put our creative spin on it! Fun for the WHOLE FAMILY!

Serenity was created by Amber, and Alison was created by Erin, so each of them are their own characters with their own personalities!

Anyways, we hope you guys enjoy the first chapter for it was very fun and very time consuming for both of us to write! Also, if you could - please let us know if there are areas we should improve in, spelling errors we both missed - you name it! Constructive criticism is best criticism! Now, let's get into the chapter :)

First Person: Someone POV

The smell of paint hit my nose as I worked on a creative design, allowing my fingers to allow my brush to allow the reds to blend into the blues allowing the purple stand out more. As I looked at my work, my long brown hair seemed to fall in my face. Humming lightly, I brushed my bangs to the side - freeing my face and allowing me to see again. The picture was to be part of the up and coming art gallery - it was the start up of the selection this weekend.

Looking at my artwork I couldn't be more happy with the final piece. It was of a reddish purple sunset over the ocean coast that lined our city. Standing from my spot, I picked up the piece and made my way over towards the showcase selection. I waited briefly I was able to move forward, allowing me to showcase my work. This would have been the fourth artwork I had submitted for this show, and with hope - this could be the second that could be accepted. I had taken time off of work in order to complete this piece so that I could get it in the show to be auctioned off.

With all this happening, you might be thinking to yourself "Who is this person?" Well, let me tell you.

I am Serenity Misao, or Ren for short. I'm originally from Nagasaki Japan, be me and my mother moved here to America who had sadly passed not to long ago. I'm a 21 year old woman with long flaring out reddish brown hair. It's a natural dark brown but with the sunlight it can end up looking red. Both of my eyes happen to be different colors. My right eye happens to be a chilling icy blue color while the other is an exotic lime green. I have the typical mixed Asian/American features though I am kinda small in body stature, only being 5'5.

There isn't anything truly special about me except for my creative tendencies. With that being said, I'm a creative designer. Though I do many things in the field, I mainly work my own line of scenery while I attempt to sell most of my art locally.

Getting the art piece in the showcase was easy for I just happened to be one of the first who had entered the exhibit. I had done this so many times that I was on first name basis with most of the locals in this part of the city. I will be mailed later for the price that would be eventually set on it.

Walking out of the building, I quickly checked my watch and saw that I had some time before I needed to be home. I walked towards the parking lot in the direction of my motorcycle. Pulling myself on it, I started to head out to the local Starbucks in the area to get a mocha with extra chocolate, one of my many 'drink of the gods'.

Pulling into the motorcycle parking space, I entered the coffee shop with the little sound of the bell letting the workers know I have arrived. Walking up to the counter I saw a familiar worker that I have come to know on a first name basis - his name being Steve.

"Hey Steve, can I get an extra chocolate supreme mocha with extra whipping cream and extra chocolate fudge drizzle?" I asked, a small smile lining my face as he turned to see it was me.

"Still ordering that heart attack drink I see?" He mumbled with a smile, quickly writing down my order and calling it out to one of the other baristas behind the counter.

"Damn right." I said with a small laugh, watching him nod lightly.

"Alright alright, it will be ready in a bit. Go on ahead and grab a seat while you can. You just made it before rush hour." With that my name was written on a cup as I made my way to sit down on a chair located near a window. Picking up a small magazine that was left on one of the side tables I took note that it was of the latest fashion trends, and I couldn't help but frown slightly at the various 'lose weight fast' ads that lined the inside of the magazine.

'Those things can kill you' I mumbled quietly as I slowly and might I add - very boredly skimmed through the book while waiting, Listening intently to my surroundings just in case they call my name. I waited about 4 or so minutes before my name was called. Walking up to the counter I saw a very familiar face, she was writing my name on my mocha.

"Oh, it's you." She muttered with a smirk lining her face. She looked at the cup and grabbed a marker, scratching out the name the other guy put and making sure to write my name in a very sloppy and very incorrectly spelled manner. 'Sureneteh'.

"Must you always purposely spell my name wrong Ali?" I mumbled, taking the cup as she passed it lazily into my waiting hand. "I know you of all people know how to spell my name correctly."

"What can I say? It amuses me to no end when people see their cups with their names spelled in such an odd way. Some of the looks I get are hilarious." She mumbled with a smirk, tilting her head slightly. "Anyways, what are you doing over here? Shouldn't you be heading home already?"

"Bah, I need my craving." I stated as I sipped my mocha, flipping a dismissive hand.

"God, you need to chill out on the coffee man. I know I make the good stuff but one of these days you are going to overdose and I'm going to have to clean up your body." She then proceeded to make another customer's cup or regular old coffee.

This was Alison O'Dwyer. Not only was she one of my closest friends, she was also my roommate. I had known her ever since she moved to America like I had - but instead of being from Japan she was from the great white north - Canada.

It was clear she was of Irish descent - her father being from the Irish motherland while her mother was a french Canadian native. How did this reflect on Ali? She looked like an Irish woman. Long wavy ginger locks, freckles that littered her face and green eyes that someone could kill for. To top things off - she had the alabaster skin tone that every pale girl dreamed of. Not to light and not to dark, just milkey and perfect. The only downside of having the Irish genes floating around was that she was short, a stumpy 5'2 and boy did she hate it.

She was much like me in the sense of her hobbies and likes. She is quite artistic as well, though most of what she creates never leaves the 'work in progress' stage. Why was this? Well that was because outside of her schooling and part time job, Alison was a gamer, and boy did she fit the term well.

I myself wasn't much of a gamer, though I did seem to play more when I was drunk off sake. We had met back in school and had been friends ever since even though we were separated by a few years. We have a decent understanding of each other, and the moment we met - we just clicked.

Finishing my mocha I waved her a goodbye, telling her that I would see her at home. I threw away the empty cup and started making my way towards my motorcycle. Seeing that I still had some time before I had to be home, I decided to drive around a little bit. Putting on my black and white helmet with a graphic skull design on, I set out for the neighborhood that was fairly close to where our house was located.

This neighbourhood had parks littering it like no tomorrow, but passing by the fourth in in a few minutes, it was only than that I noticed a group of children huddling around something. I could feel myself getting curious as to what they were standing around, and before I knew it I was parking my bike and making my way towards them. Children here in Florida huddling around something was usually very bad. It could be a black runner snake or a baby alligator and either one was dangerous.

One of them took notice to my approaching presence and as quickly as I came into sight, they vanished, heading into the line of houses to get away from what could be trouble. Frowning I gave a dismissive wave before I turned to look at what they were surrounding and to my surprise, I saw that it was a box.

Approaching the box I very quickly noticed that it was taped shut and was vibrating. Boxes don't normally move unless something alive was inside I thought to myself, quickly giving the box a proper look. I quietly brought out my phone with my intention being that of calling animal control to deal with the possible vermine inside, but it was only then that I heard a noise coming from the box - one that I hadn't been expecting.

Inside the box, loud mewing was heard. Cats? Yes, but... Not even full grown cat noises, but baby kitten noises! Freaking kittens were trapped inside a taped shut box! No way was I calling animal control for that.

Carefully picking up the box, I couldn't help but feel a little proud of myself for what I was about to do. I would be taking these guys home and making sure they were in a safe environment. I quickly made my way back to my bike and I placed the box in a secure position on my lap before I took off in the direction towards my house.

Pulling into the drive away and entering the garage, I could feel the kittens inside the box becoming very wild and restless as they attempted to bang on the sides. At least they are still alive I thought to myself before stepping off the bike with the box in hand. I made my way towards the entrance of the house located within the garage before shutting the automated garage door, pulling off my shoes and walking towards the kitchen.

I set the box on the island located in the middle of the kitchen and I carefully grabbed a knife located on one of the counters. God they really didn't want these guys getting out, poor things… I pondered, carefully cutting open the box with the knife, making sure to not go all the way through. Why anyone use Gorilla tape was beyond me, I couldn't help but feel bad for the kittens that were trapped inside.

Finishing up with cutting off the tape, I carefully opened the box. To my surprise, almost instantly my eyes were met with ten other pairs.

Well, I was expecting two - maybe three kittens… But ten?

I watched a few of them attempting to climb over top of each other and I couldn't help but inwardly squee at the cuteness they were creating. After a few minutes I could tell that these were some unique kittens, not only by they way they acted - but by how they looked.

The first one I took notice to was a large blue cat with gill like markings below its eyes. Someone must have dyed some of these guys, the dirty bastards… I let out a huff before I looked at the next one, a pure black kitten with matching charcoal eyes. I couldn't help but feel a shiver down my spine as I watched him stare at me with the utmost curiosity I think I have ever seen a cat have. I was snapped out of my trance by a bright orange kitten with black spots placed lining parts of his little cat body, though his eyes were the color of slate. This kitten was accompanied by a lavender one with a white patch above their eye. I couldn't help but smile, noticing how they watched my every move. What a curious bunch of kittens.. I took this time to look at the next few.

Almost instantly my eyes went straight to a light brown pushie looking cat. His body was littered with stitch like marks and he kept eyeing a silver kitten who was attempting to murder a bright blonde cat with unusually long hair. Beside him was a beautiful velvet red kitten who held an almost bored expression, also looking towards the two that were fighting. Beside the two rough housers was a black and orange kitten - and I couldn't help but smile as it almost looked like it was cheering the other too on - and quietly behind him was a black and white kitten - split down the middle.

After a moment of watching the cats with interest, I took my chances and reached into the box, attempting to pick one of them up. My hand was met with claws as the white one attempted to attack my approaching hand. I couldn't help but pout a little before sighing, pulling my hand back and leaving the box on the counter.

Guess I better find a way to make peace with these cats. It looks like they have been through a lot... But how do I make peace with a cat? I wondered, searching the cabinets for something the kittens could eat. I guess I could try food - not only will that give me a chance to make friends with these guys, but atleast this way I know they have food in their stomachs.

Pulling out a couple cans of Tuna, I quietly opened them, emptying the contents onto a few small plates I had lying around. Once I was finished, I walked towards the box again, and with the knife I but down the sides of one corner of the box until I created and area for them to walk out. Returning to where I left the food, I brought over the tiny plates and placed them in front of their new door and waited for them to exit their little home.

"Here, you guys like Tuna right? Think of it as a peace offering." I watched as they started to pile out of the box, and a few of them ran straight for the food, smelling it with lingering curiosity. It was then that I tried to pick up the albino one again - only for him to attempt to scratch me again.

"Fine fine, I won't pick you up. Be that way." I stuck my tongue out at it before I sat myself down on a stool, preparing myself to watch them eat. Setting my head on the counter, I watched as one by one they took turns eating their food, accepting my poor attempt at a peace offering. I couldn't help but smile each time a new kitten sampled some of the Tuna before digging in, happily eating their portion before switching.

I wonder if Ali would like to name some of these cats with me? Hell, I wonder if we'll even keep all of them.

Watching them quietly, my eyes caught on to the russet kitten who had sat down near the food. My fingers itched to pet it, but with thoughts of being rejected like they had been with the albino kitten, I held my hand back. "You all are very pretty kittens. It's a shame that you were taped in a box…" I whispered.

Looking to them all I couldn't help but wonder why they had been in a taped box in the first place. Lost in thought, I was only pulled out when my eyes caught the black kitten with orange on its face run up to me and use me as a back scratcher. I allowed myself to reach over and pet its back and I was rewarded with a lovely purr from the cute little masked kitten.

Playing with this kitten was a lot of fun. I got up and pulled a strand from a ball of yarn I had laying around before heading to the living room to grab an item off the table. Soon enough I was back in the kitchen pulling my newly made cat toy across the floor, the black and orange kitten chasing it.

I saw that I had most of the other kittens attention, though some seemed to be watching the kitten I was playing with. Others meanwhile seemed to be watching the string with an odd look to their eyes.

"You all are some weird kittens. But…" Turning my eyes back to the one I was playing with I couldn't help but see it give off a look like it had been offended by the others. I couldn't stop the squeal leaving my throat. Picking up the little ball of sugar I hugged the poor soul to my chest while I started baby talking it, cooing at it as I hugged the little creature.

It was then that Alison had decided to come home.

"Oh my gosh - you are the sweetest kitten ever! Don't let the others get you don't because you are so cute I could squish you. Bahh I can't wait 'till Ali gets home, she is going to to-"

"What in the fuck." I turned my head around to look at the redhead who had just returned home from work. "Is there a reason why our kitchen is filled with kittens and a nasty ass looking box?"

"Oh." I looked at the kitten that was still being held close to my chest. I then looked up and gave the cheekiest smile I could muster before I shrugged my shoulders. "Suprise?"

"I believe you have finally lost your mind here Ren." She mumbled, dropping her bag on the floor before walking towards the litter of kittens that had taken over the kitchen. "Here I was thinking I would be the one to lose it, and yet here you are proving me wrong yet again. Bringing home 7, 8… 10 nasty ass looking kittens into our home. Woman, the fuck?"

"I can explain." I mumbled, placing the kitten I had been hugging on the ground, allowing him to explore the kitchen a little bit more. "I was driving home and there were a bunch of kids surround something and I went to go check it out. As soon as I approached they ran away and I found this box. I was just going to leave it but then it started meowing - and well…" I looked to the other cats who had now started staring at the both of us. "..We have become mothers."

"I'm not ready for children." Ali mumbled, bending down eye level with the island the cats were perched on. "God some of them look messed up. Someone went to town with these poor bastards."

"Trust me, I thought the same thing once I released them from their prison." I let my eyes wander to the black and orange kitten who was now threatening to leave my line of sight. "I'm kind of worried for them. It's clear they have been through hell and back by how dirty and dyed they are, but I am also worried because I don't really want to bring them to a shelter and risk them not being adopted. I mean - look at them."

I turned my eyes to look at the others and I could almost feel… Glares? I shrugged it off.

"You are right… I don't think a lot of people would adopt most of these guys." Ali brought her hand over in an attempt to pet the pure black one, and to my surprise he didn't instantly try to bite her face off. "Maybe this little guy though. Most people have a thing for black cats around here."

"Well..." I walked over towards the black and orange one and quickly picked him up before he left my sight and I placed him on the counter. "I want to keep them."

"You are nuts woman." The redhead turned her eyes up to stare directly at me. "10 cats? Are you crazy?"

"Possibly." I proceeded to snipe the white one off from his spot without him noticing and I held it up to her face, watching as the kitten attempted to destroy and claw my hands "But look at this guy? Look at all of them. THEY ARE ADORABLE AND I WISH TO RAISE THEM!"

She paused for a moment, watching as I did everything in my power to hold myself back from dropping the cat to make a point. After a few minutes of passed, she let out a sigh before placing her hands on her hips. "Well, as long as you clean the shit up I have no problem with it. Though I am keeping the black one."

"YAAAAY!" I proceeded to practically - yet safely almost throw the white one back on to the counter before I did the smallest of a happy dance one could muster. "I'm a mother!"

"Yay." Alison said with a sigh, looking at the black one once more before picking him up.

Alison's POV

"She should be happy I at least like cats." I mumbled, bringing my hand up to scratch the kitten behind the ears. I could tell he was uneasy in my hands so I did what I could in an attempt to calm the little guy down. "You should be happy it's me holding you and not her."

"Oh hush you, now let us name our children!" Serenity stated before she looked over the cats, picking out which ones she wanted to name before she turned her eyes to look up at me. "Which one's do you want?"

"I'm chill with this little guy, but you can choose which ones you want first. I'm not too picky." I said with a shrug, watching her smile happily before nodding.

"Perfect. I want the red one, that blue one with the black markings right there." She pointed towards the ones she wanted as she spoke. "That pushie looking motherfucker with the black stitch markings, the black and white one and then the homie cat from earlier." I could help but smile at her choices before I nodded.

"Alright, I don't mind having the others. This isn't something we could do on our own by ourselves, so I guess we are having a joint custody deal going on here."

"Yup we are proud mothers!" Serenity said with a smile, bouncing on the spot. I couldn't help but smirk as a remark filled my mind.

"I have no problem with this as long as I am a topper. I'm sorry, I ain't no bottom hoe in this lesbian relationship we now have going." She sent me an odd look before she attempted to pick up her kittens and walk away - completely forgetting that they would probably try to kill her when she went near them.

"Darling, you may be the top in this relationship but I know I'm at least fabulous!" She nearly dropped the red one as it attempted to claw at her hands "Oy, piss off. Don't treat your new mother like crap, I'm trying to LOVE YOU."

"You need to calm down with the lovin' than woman." I mumbled before placing the black one down on the counter. "Just leave the cats here, we can just name them together. Don't put yourself through all the extra trouble."

"Fine." She then proceeded to drop all the kittens back to where they once were. "I shall start the naming process!" Ren pointed towards the black and orange kitten she was snuggling earlier. "I SHALL NAME THEE HALLOWEEN!"

"Why am I even friends with you." I mumbled, crossing my arms. "Really? Halloween?"

"Why not? I mean, I may not be the best at naming animals but I will love and cherish them forever." She then brought the black and orange kitten back to her chest without receiving any protest from it. "See? He is totally chill with the name."

"Whatever." I looked towards the black cat I had held earlier and I took note of his eyes. "Totally not going to lie here, but look at their eyes. They almost look…" I bent down to look at him closer, tilting my head.

"Human?" Ren commented, bringing Halloween up to her face to inspect his eyes. "I guess that makes them more unique I guess?"

"I mean, I guess." I couldn't help but stare into the kitten's eyes. "I feel like I know you guys from somewhere, but I can't place it…" After a minute more, I shook my head lightly. "Bah, it doesn't matter though. You seem like a pretty cool kitty. I think I will call you Noir." I pet him lightly on the head. "Ma petite Noir."

"I love it when you speak french." Serenity commented, sending a flirtatious smirk. "Now tell me I'm pretty."

"I don't get you." I sent a glare towards her before standing back up, pointing towards the blonde cat. "This little guy will be dubbed 'Blonde bombshell'."

"Here you are commenting on my names and then you drop one like that. CONTRADICTION!" Ren yelled before pointing towards the red one. "Either way, it is my turn to name another one. I DUB THEE KING! NOW COME FORTH KING AND ACCEPT YOUR NAME!" She attempted to pick King up but yet again he attempted to swipe at her hands. "Seriously why won't these guys let us near them?"

"Probably because you are scaring the damn things. Hell I would be terrified of you if you just suddenly came at me and called me king and then attempted to pick me up." I let out a sigh before turning my eyes towards the orange one who was seated next to a lavender one. "I might as well kill two birds with one stone. The orange one will be called Guy Fieri because I can only think of his shirt right now when I think of this little guy, and the lavender one will be called… Lavender." I paused for a moment before looking at Ren. "I seriously am not good with coming up with names right now."

After a few minutes of silence Serenity fell into a fit of laughter, pointing at me oddly. "YOU NAMED HIM FUCKING GUY FIERI. I CAN'T!" I sent her a glare before she stopped, but she still was laughing lightly. "Next thing you know it he'll be driving up in a car filming a cat version of Diners, Drive in's and Dives."

"Hey man, I can't help it. I enjoy that show - always makes me hungry at five AM." I gave a light shrug before watching herself sit back up.

Taking a moment for Serenity to calm her ass down, she turned to her kittens before deciding who she was going to name next. Looking towards the plushie one, she started staring at him with an odd silence. It created a briefly lived staring contest before she smiled and jumped up. all while pointing at the poor bastard. "BUBBA! My little Bubba! I love you bubba, may you rest in peace - but now have your kitty praise your name!"

I gave a sigh before shrugging at her name choice, knowing fully where it came from. I looked at the last of my kittens and I couldn't help but feel dread looking at this guy. He had the oddest looking magenta eyes, a color I had never seen in a kitten. "Your eyes are beautiful, and your fur is so white." I mumbled before crossing my arms. "I wish I had a name to refer to your eyes but sadly I do not… So I shall name you after my favorite cinema horse - Shadowfax, the lord of all horses. He was a beautiful creamy white just like you are."

"Ali, why did you have to give the asshole cat the cool name?" Serenity mumbled, sending a glare to the white kitten who had clawed up her hands. "I mean, Noir has a pretty cool name but Shadowfax is like, a god tier name."

"I like white and black cats okay? Don't judge how I name my kitties." I let out a sigh before poking Shadowfax on the cheek and pulling back before he could swipe at me. "Alright, name your last two. I need to strip myself of these annoying clothes and get ready for my stream tonight, plus I plan on getting wasted."

"You aren't even of legal age here though Ali…" Ren commented, tilting her head and causing a few strands of her brown hair to fall in front of her face. "You can't drink on stream underaged woman."

"You are correct. I will drink OFF stream, therefore everyone wins." I gave her a smile before pointing at her fur balls. "Now name them."

"Fine fine." She mumbled, before looking towards the white and black kitten, and the odd blue one. "What do you guys want to be named, hm? What does my brain bless you with?" She paused for a moment, before pointing at the black and white one. "Cookies n Cream!" Then she pointed towards the blue one. "And you sir, at least that is what I think you are, but you will be called Heterodontus ...the 3rd, Hero for short" She had a smile plastered to her face and I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"Is that name somehow related to a shark?" I asked.

"...Maybe." Her smile intensified.

"Alrighty then… Now that this is all settled, it's time to get drunk and play some H1Z1." I proceeded to walk towards the fridge and open up the cabinets that were located above, pulling out a giant bottle of vodka. "I may not be legal here, but I'm legal back in my country, just you remember that woman."

"Don't die." Serenity mumbled, waving goodbye as I walked towards my bedroom, bottle in hand.

"I won't, but I also feel the need to tell you not to kill the cats." I started, closing my bedroom door behind me. It was then that I popped open the bottle and took a drink straight from the top.

Ah yes, tonight was going to be a good night.

Amber: This was fun! Time consuming but fun!

Erin: At least we actually finished it, but I do agree, it did take forever to finish. Now, to move onto the next chapter!

Amber: I would love to! Did you want to give a special one liner to make other interested?

Erin: End my suffering? :'D

Amber: Just a little teaser XD

"I regret everything, but I also regret nothing." She mumbled softly before returning to her food, shoving it into her mouth while her head was still resting on the table.

Alison was always a sight to see before and after drinking.

A/N: Thank you guys for checking out this chapter/story! We will see y'all soon!