Hello there! This is the new version of Life of Cat. I stopped the last one because a) I just didn't like the way it was progressing; b) I got a new style of writing and wanted to start over
Sorry if you really liked the old Life of Cat, but this version should be much better. I'm not really changing a lot, just the beginning. The last few chapter should remain just about the same.
Chapter 1: Running
I've always done one thing: run for my life. Even when I'm safe, I run. No one knows why though. I don't think I do either. Sometimes I just need to hide from the rest of the world. No one supports me. No one cares about me. No one even knows my name. I really wonder why. Everyone knows me. As a demon. As the one who hides the power to burst into flames and conjure up monsters to fight for me. But I'm completely normal.
I think.
"CAT!"
That's my sister. Joann. My name...is Cat. Makes sense, because I'm a cat. Black fur. Amber eyes. But my parents were very creative. Cat for a cat.
"CAT!"
She must be in trouble. That's the only reason she would call for me like that. Because she hates me too. We only talk because it's weird for siblings not to. She thinks its the right thing to do. I don't. If she hates me, then she doesn't have to talk to me.
The tangy smell of blood soon enters my nose. It's Joann's blood. Whoever she messed with obviously doesn't know me. I will protect her. I protect anyone who's hurt. It's a wonder why everyone thinks I'm a demon.
As I turned a corner, I saw them. Joann, her black fur coated with sticky, red liquid. Next to her are two goons. One, a tall ginger tom. The other, a tall white tom. My guess is that their brothers. Joann's blood is covering both of them. This really spiked my anger. I hate the smell of blood. It's overwhelmingly sour.
"Joann...what have you gotten yourself into?" I growled under my breath.
"Hey! What are you doing here?" The toms noticed me now.
I smiled. When I smile, stuff's about to get real. I could tell that the toms were confused, they turned towards me.
"Get away from here, or we'll kill you along with her."
I stopped. I unsheathed my claws. They, kill me? That's not possible. I trained my fighting skills with hundreds of other rogues. I won every fight without a scratch.
"Go on, you mouse-brain!" Their yowling is hurting my ears. I have very sensitive ears. I don't like it when my ears hurt.
I guess I understand why other cats call me a demon now. You might want to skip this part of the story.
"You're the mouse-brain." I whispered.
"What? We are the strongest rogues around! We aren't stupid." Ha. They brag like they know they can beat me.
"One thing you didn't know..." I bared my fangs, "I have a pretty bad reputation around here." I raised my front paw to the ginger tom, and held his face in my claws. I could smell the fear. It was delicious. Much better than blood. I smiled again, "Another thing..." Blood started seeping down his throat, "that's my sister. "
Before I go on with my story, I should warn you. When I fight someone, they don't live to tell the tale. It gets pretty gruesome. Blood gets everywhere. So I'll spare you the details.
After I had finished beating the ever-loving snot out of the two toms who had endangered my sister, all that was left was a mess of blood, bones, fur, and me. I was covered in their blood, but I wasn't even breaking a sweat.
Joann had disappeared, but I know where she is. It makes sense that anyone would run for the hills after seeing me tear another cat's head I wanted to find her, all I had to do was follow the smell of her blood. It's very distinct. I know she might be afraid of me right now, but I want to make sure she's safe.
I wonder why other cats call me a demon.
I guess I should explain something else. I live in an abandoned twoleg place. There's nothing but empty twoleg dens and dead monsters here. The only living things are the cats and dogs. Occasional prey makes its way in here, but then they are immediately caught by me. I put my stash in the most obvious place possible, but no cat tries to take anything. Maybe because I caught it, or maybe because they think that I'll kill them for it.
Maybe I really am crazy.
And Joann... I think I hurt her most of all. Making her watch me kill all those really innocent cats. She must be traumatized. I really want to make things up with her. First, though, I should probably get all this blood off me. I don't want to show her that I lost control again. Because that's really it. I just lose control. I can't help it.
There's a river next to my prey-spot. A group of about ten cats were gathered around it, whispering to each other. As I walked up to them, all bloody and ragged, one saw me. She was light ginger with a black mark under her left eye.
"He's coming!" She yowled, "The demon is coming!"
When she said that, all the cats looked straight at me. They growled and hissed and spat. I kept walking toward the river, trying not to lose control. Please don't let me lose control. I don't want to kill them. I want to save them.
From me.
Then the she-cat who announced my presence came up to me. She raised unsheathed claws and slashed my face. I let her. And I didn't get angry. For the first time I didn't feel like losing control.
The she-cat was joined by two toms. One, black with white markings, the other ginger with white markings.
"I haven't seen you around here before." I mewed as calmly as I could, "But I think you should know this is my prey, and my river."
"Well we have business with you." The she-cat mumbled, "You're scaring the rogues into our territory. They speak of a black cat with amber eyes killing their comrades in a complete blood bath." The toms growled at me, and unsheathed their claws.
"Why must you do such horrible things?" The black tom spat, "I'm sure they have done nothing wrong!"
I rolled my eyes, "I don't understand why you're bothering me just because a few rogues are 'intruding' on your territory. It's their fault if their scared."
"Listen, demon." The she-cat hissed. She clawed my face again. I didn't feel the pain.
I felt anger.
"I'm not a demon!" I yowled. I wanted so badly to rip her face off and shove it down the throats of all the other cats. I was losing control again. I had to keep my composure. Don't do anything to scare them off.
"Then what are you?!" The she-cat didn't back down. She kept firm.
But I could smell fear. Wonderful, beautiful, fear. The thing that kept me killing.
I had to calm down. I took a breath, and looked away from them. I couldn't look at them if I didn't want to hurt them.
"I'm a cat," I mewed softly, "same as you."
"No cat would kill so many for something as forgivable as stealing prey." The ginger tom put his paw on my shoulder, "So why?"
I flinched. I don't like talking about my past. I don't like thinking about anything that has to do with it.
Then I sighed. Might as well tell someone. It would better be a stranger, than Joann. I could never tell Joann.
"You might want to sit down. The others of your group can go back to wherever you live." I looked into the she-cat's eyes. Then had softened, like she was getting used to my demonic presence, "This will be a really long story."
The tom's turned back to the group, "We'll be back tomorrow at sunhigh. If you aren't back by then, we'll only assume the worst." The black tom mewed over his shoulder.
Soon, only the she-cat remained. She sat down by the river, and tucked her paws under her tail. I sighed and sat too.
"You ready to here the worst story of your life?" I asked.
She only nodded.
I couldn't help but smile.
Please please please review! It helps me come up with ideas for what should happen next, and how to keep you guys interested.
-Moon
