EmersedMouse stumbled as she pulled herself through the trees. She hadn't had any rest for nearly three days. Her food supply was almost gone, only a crumbling half of a baked potato remained in her ripped traveling pack. Her leather armor was nearly broken. She had already lost her helm, and her chestpeice, leggings, and boots were held together by trembling threads. She had to find shelter soon, or she would either starve to death, be devoured by the night mobs, or be tracked down by a lone bounty hunter.
If only I had left sooner, the sixteen-year-old girl thought miserably, tripping over some thick grass. She winced as she lost a little more health. She looked up and crawled over to the small pond. Mouse drank greedily from it, stopping only to refill her water bottle. She sat against an oak tree and decided to rest for a little bit before continuing her journey to- well, she actually hadn't thought that far ahead.
When the dark Lord Blood_Wolves, who also happened to be her brother, had caught her trying to warn enemy spies about his evil plans to slay Lord Jeb and rule all of Minecraftia, he ordered her arrest. Mouse was certain that she would have been killed shortly after by his bloodthirsty soldiers. Thankfully, one of Blood_Wolves's guards had been compassionate enough to leave Mouse the prison keys, a chipped iron sword, and the brown travel pack she now had with her. Mouse had overpowered the few guards outside the prison and had raced for the hills. (Well, actually out of Blood_Wolves's large faction). She had planned on bringing her Thoroughbred mare, Jewel, but there hadn't been enough time to sneak the black horse out of the stable before the prison alarm went off.
As the afternoon wore off, Mouse fell asleep, not even waking when a stray cow came and moo'd softly in her face. When the sun went down, zombies, skeletons, creepers, and spiders began to spawn. A few well-meaning endermen spawned as well, looking for blocks to add to their collections. Mouse slept on until her head slipped off the tree trunk. She jumped up with a start, grabbing her pack as she did so. A creeper's head swiveled around, and the plant-monster hissed with hatred as it began to approach her. Zombies caught her scent and moaned. Mouse turned and began to sprint as a skeleton's arrow whizzed by her face, missing by mere inches.
This is not good, this is not good! Mouse thought frantically in rythm with the sound of her punding footsteps. She dared to glance over her shoulder at the unorganized mob army in hot persuit, and shuddered. As she progressed through the trees, the girl hardly noticed when the short, thick, birch and oak trees became tall, slender pines.
She peered ahead in an effort to see through the dark night. Wait, was that a light? As she sprinted closer and closer, Mouse saw that it was a hill, with winding stairs that led up to a large cabin.
She leaped into the small clearing of trees and charged madly towards the cabin's door, praying it was unlocked. If it wasn't, she didn't have enough food to recover the strength it would take to fight the mobs off.
Mouse reached for the doorknob, but the door was yanked open from the inside. Mouse watched in surprise and bewilderment as a woman in a couger's skin hoodie marched out huffily onto the small porch, dangerously armed with a- was that a diamond hoe? Mouse knew that diamond tools dealt more damage than the usual, but still, a hoe?!
The woman seemed to have no issues with her choice in weapon, however. She dealt blow after smashing blow to the horde of mobs clustered at the bottom of the porch stairs, until nothing remained of them exept for a few bones, rotten flesh, and gunpowder.
The woman nodded once in satisfaction before turning and sticking a hand out for Mouse to shake.
"Good thing I was here, and not off visiting somewhere," she stated, smiling. "My name's Cougrr. Yours?"
Mouse hesitantly shook Cougrr's hand, a little surprised at the woman's rough friendliness. In Blood_Wolves's faction, everyone kept to themselves unless spoken to, and even then they were tight-lipped about everything.
"I'm called EmersedMouse, but feel free to call me Mouse." She said shyly.
Cougrr chuckled a bit. "I can see how you got that name. You speak so quietly you'd put a real mouse to shame." She eyed Mouse's shabby gear. "You look like you could use a rest. Come on inside and I'll get you fixed up!" She pulled Mouse inside and closed the door firmly, lest any more mobs wander up.
Mouse looked around inside Cougrr's cabin. It was very neat, with a comfy, homey feel. To the immediate left of the doorway was a soft white couch with a coffee table in front of it that could also serve as a writing desk. To the right, a staircase led up to a second floor. Mouse assumed the second layer was nearly as big as the first one, judging from the way the house had looked from outside.
Cougrr led the way to a small yet effecient kitchenette with a brewing stand perched on a counter top. She opened the refridgerator and pulled out some steak, apples, and bread.
"Here, help yourself." She motioned for Mouse to sit at the table before placing the food items in front of her.
"Thank you so much," Mouse said greatfully before digging into the steaks. She ate all of it and found it was enough to fill her hunger levels.
Cougrr had gone upstairs while Mouse was eating, and now she came down carrying some new green dyed leather armor and a woolen blanket.
"You can sleep on the couch tonight, and I can help you get to Kingdom Spawn tomorrow so you can settle down here if you like." Cougrr set the armor on the coffee table and spread out the blanket on the couch.
"Why are you helping me?" Mouse blurted out. "For all you know, I could be a wanted greifer or killer." She was grateful for the help Cougrr was giving her, and had started to like her, but she herself wasn't sure if Cougrr could be trusted completely.
"Well, let's face it. You don't look like you could do much to harm me right now. And besides, I can tell you're just trying to stay low and not cause anyone any harm. A werecat can always tell about a person's nature." Cougrr winked and twitched the ears on her hoodie. Mouse looked closer and saw that they were real ears, and the hoodie was actually a real cougar's coat. She stared in shock at Cougrr, who smirked at her reaction.
"I'm not a full werecat, like King Albsy, just half werecat and half human. There's not very many of us around, I'm afraid, so that's probably why you've never seen one before."
"King Albsy?" Mouse tried to get her mind around the idea of werecats. It wasn't so hard to believe, since Blood_Wolves was a werewolf.
"King Albsy owns this kingdom," Cougrr explained. "He's a wonderful leader, very fair and kind to his people." She smiled a little. "It's no wonder though. He's a rare type of werecat, a pink panther."
Mouse couldn't help laughing. The idea of a walking, talking panther with a pink coat was just too hilarious. Cougrr, however, didn't seem to see the humor in it.
"Werecats are like diamonds!" she defended her king, "The more unordinary the color, the better. A brown werecat is more likely to be a boring, basic cat, whereas an orange and yellow one, like myself, will have a stronger sense of creativity, more strength, and will usually be able to think faster."
Mouse took in the information. "Oh, I get it. With werewolves it's the oposite. White is the rarest color, and a white wolf is normally a runt. A black wolf, however, is usually going to be the leader of the pack."
Cougrr shuddered. "I hate wolves," she growled. "They hunt good prey just for fun, and they smell like wet dog all the time."
Mouse nodded. "Yes, I have to agree with you there. I grew up near a pack. Actually in a pack. My brother Blood_Wolves is the alpha, and since I wasn't a were of any kind, I was basically shunned." She sighed.
Cougrr looked even more disgusted. "Well no wonder you left!"
Mouse shook her head. "Well, that's not the main reason I left."
Cougrr looked interested. "Go on," she urged.
"I always knew my brother wanted power, and I recently overheard him and his warlords in a secret meeting. They are planning to ally themselves with other werewolf packs and take down Lord Jeb in order to rule Minecraftia. Blood_Wolves found out and"
"Lord Jeb?! But he takes his orders directly from King Notch! The wolves could never get away with this!" Cougrr said firmly.
"But they might if they do it during the BloodMoon," Mouse said, referring to the horrible night that occured once every century, where the moon turned blood red and mobs took energy from it, making them faster, stronger, and much more deadly. Nobody could withstand the night except for werewolves, who got more than enough energy from the moon to take down armies within minutes.
Cougrr looked stunned. Then she shook it off. "King Albsy is due tomorrow with his second-in-command, Princess Erin, on a patrol to see how all of the towns are doing. You can tell him about the werewolves' plans, and he can send a message to Lord Jeb through a priest. King Albsy probably won't mind if you travel back him to Kingdom Spawn, either. I'll let you borrow one of my horses for the journey, and you can give it to Lord Hobo the Wise once you get there. He'll make sure it gets back to me. Sound like a plan?" Mouse got the feeling that Cougrr had gone off on such a long-winded speech in order to cover up for how worried she really was.
"All right. Thanks, Cougrr." Mouse agreed.
"It's no problem at all. Now if you're going to Kingdom Spawn, you're going to have an early day. We'd better hit the sack before dawn if we want to get any rest. Good night, Mouse. Wake me up if you need anything." Cougrr yawned and headed up the stairs to where Mouse assumed her bedroom was.
"Good night, Cougrr. Thanks again for everything." Mouse flopped onto the couch. She barely managed to pull up the blanket before the exhaustion of traveling nonstop for nearly a week overtook her.
Things are bound to get better, Mouse thought as she drifted off. I mean, things are looking up now, right?
So, what do you think? Good, bad, terrible, delete your account? :) Let me know in the reviews! In case you are wondering, Sleepcrafting is a real Minecraft server, and so are all the characters! The IP is .com, and the server website is . I hope you will hop on and meet some of the characters! Thanks for reading! I'll try and have chapter 2 up in about two days.