Hi! This is my first ever fanfiction, so dont judge me too harshly :P Thanks so much to Sweetest-Sammy for beta-reading my first two chapters, and thanks so much to Adarah for helping me work out the website in general :P.
Disclaimers: I don't own Discworld (**cries**) but I do own alot of the books :P Tery Pratchett owns all the characters. Again, sorry if it gets pushed to the top of the page
had to fix the formatting :D
Angua closed her eyes and breathed in deeply.
She had been shot by a weapon so dangerous that the masters of death, the assassins themselves had forbidden its existence, she had faced her brother,
probably the most deadly werewolf ever born, in mortal combat, she had even fought a giant statue, that story wasn't even worth revisiting. However, never
in her entire life had she controlled her...urges...with more difficulty than she was experiencing now.
She opened her eyes and fought the need to glare down at the short figure in front of her. Carefully, she composed herself and opened her mouth.
"Cheery, I don't care what Nobby told you. I really need you to get that thing out of here."
The offending bundle continued to stare at her from the sanctuary of Cheery's arms.
"But...but why?" Angua closed her eyes, which seemed to make maintaining control much easier. Of course Cheery had though she would like it. It was
small and fluffy. All girls liked small fluffy things...right?
She opened her eyes once more and rolled her eyes towards the ceiling. She spoke carefully, concentrating on not growling on every syllable.
"Cheery. I am a werewolf. I don't think that a cat is the ideal pet."
By the door Nobby started to howl with laughter. Everyone turned to stare at him, for the split second that it lasted, before Cheery opened the door,
flattening his misshapen face.
