A/N: So I have all these unfinished WIPs I don't have the heart to delete. I felt the need to put them somewhere. Thus, welcome to this limbo of ideas. Feel free to take some of these ideas as inspiration or a writing prompt. Please don't directly copy off me and if you do use these ideas credit me.
Fandom: Adventure Time
A/N: A Me-Mow centric fic. I think I was going to ship Me-Mow with Wildberry Princess at the end of this or something?
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Weather Report: Cloudy.
An assassin has to be ready for anything- even fickle weather conditions. Me-Mow double checked for the dagger in her throat as well as poisons and fake antidotes, a mace, and fiber wire.
Stepping out of the guild's headquarters she is immediatly basked in shadows. The weather report was right. The little cat feels confident and it's not just the auspicious weather. She feels determined. Her mentor taught her that while failure is unforgivible and not an option, it does make you get the job done right on the second try.
"Don't disappoint us again." He had said it crisply after giving her orders.
As if to dig in perfection, she had be assigned Princess Wildberry again.
Drat.
She had requested to off Princess Bubblegum. It would have been purrfect. Pass her test and get revenge on Finn and Jake. But it wasn't her place to question orders. Doing so would instantly fail her.
She hitched a ride on a passing bird, the ride there she calculated scenerios in her head, though she had already decided how she would complete the task. She also thought, with a smirk, about how right now and for the remainder of this dark afternoon Finn and Jake were busy rescueing Princess Bubblegum from the Ice King. There would be no one to get in her way, she would make sure of it. And, if someone by chance did pose a problem she would exterminate them immediatly- she had been careless last time wit Jake, giving into her cat instincts of playing with prey. That could all wait after she passed this final.
Nope. All Hinderances would get all the poison at once.
In the brain.
Me-Mow's eyes glinted carniverous over Wildberry Princess' treehouse. The fauna wrapped around it was a muddled camo green color in the shade of the clouds. The sky gurgled, Me-Mow was grateful to be close to her target. It would have ruined her good mood to get wet.
She flexed on all fours, eyes the perfect spot to land.
Locked on.
She lept graceful and landed -cat like- of course on a leafy top branch, then squirled down the tree until she reached the window. Her back to the tree back and watching the window from the corner of her eye, and eyes perked up, waiting for sound. An assasin didn't exactly find lack of sound a good thing. Sound made you aware of where your target was, their state of mind.
Foot steps passed by the window and went down the stairs. Slowly, she pushed the window open a crack and slipped inside. And though she knew she was small, she made haste to find a hiding spot. There were several.
Several animal carcasses and slabs of meat to choose from as a hiding spot.
In the back of her mind, Me-Mow wondered why Wildberry Princess had so much game meat. And then she wondered if secretly Wildberry Princess actually hunted for these creatures.
But then she remembered the soft spoken, almost shy manner of the princess and laughed, thinking such a thing. Surely it was her servants doing- or too many trips to the meat market.