Hello! This is a story thing that I came up with because I love cats (got two) and woke up this morning with one laying over my feet and the other on my face. Lovely way to wake up, but I love them anyway. This is supposed to be a sweet story that may seem a bit cheesy, but I sincerely hope that you like it since I worked on this when I could've been working on something else. Anyway, enjoy, review and send your loves!
Dust was a friend, a friend of Death himself, though most considered the crow to be a pet of Death's instead. To the horseman, Dust was Death's partner and friend, no more, no less. Despair was his horse who was always in the stable next to the horseman's personal lodge while not in battle and Dust was normally perched somewhere in the house. That day, Death couldn't locate either of his animal friends and it made the horseman feel something he never thought that he would feel.
Fear.
"Despair?" Death bellowed over the fields as he searched for his beloved friends. "Dust!" neither animal came to greet the horseman which gave Death a sinking feeling. He drug his feet on the ground and began to shiver, more or less angry than anything else at that point when Despair came charging from the woods. The flames on his steed has bits of plants stuck in mid flight around the ends, showing Death that he wasn't far. Death crossed his arms and reached out to take the horse back with him, but Despair jumped out of reach and trotted back into the forest.
"Where are you going? Is something wrong with Dust?" Death followed the horse into the shrubbery anyways, worrying about the crow since he wasn't worried about Despair anymore. He had tumbled through bramble and brush, so the horseman wasn't very happy when they reached the clearing that was a meadow in the center of the wooded area. Death looked around when he heard Dust cawing frantically and spotted the wings of the crow. As Death approached, he realized that Dust wasn't in any danger at all, but in fact seemed to be encouraging life to something laying pathetically on the ground. Of course Death couldn't quite see it properly, but he saw that it was a black furry creature with a gash on it's side. It seemed to just lay there, not making a noise, so Death carefully got down and scooped the soft creature into his large hand, it didn't even fill his hand. It make a small squeak that sounded almost like a mew and a tail moved slightly, making Death tense slightly. Dust flew up to his hand and nudged the furry ball, which opened up to reveal a creature with four slender black legs and paws, a pink nose, two sharp ear and two bright pink eyes that looked sick. Death, who was captivated by the eyes didn't even realize that he was walking back to the house he lived in when he snapped out of it. He had hit his foot on the door after he had contained eye contact with that small but adorable creature, he might've walked right through the door if the creature hadn't fallen unconscious. Death mumbled that he would have to find out what it was as he entered the house and set the small thing on a pillow and went to retrieve some bandages. Once he had, he came back to find Dust sitting on the pillow cawing at the creature which made a weak mew in return to the crow's call. Death sighed and sat down, where he carefully rubbed a disinfectant onto the wound then wrapped it. Perhaps Death would make a new friend this way, the little creature perhaps wanting to stay since it would be safer in his home than outside with the larger things. Dust had disappeared while the horseman dealt with his guest's wounds, but was flying right back when he was done, holding paper in his beak. Death jerked the page from the crow and read it, there were drawings of creatures that looked rather like his guest, but angry and vicious while baring teeth and arching backs. The page also claimed that his guest was something called a feline or on Eden, a cat.
Death smiled beneath his mask and noted that the injured cat on the pillow didn't seem vicious like the ones on the paper. "This little thing couldn't hurt a fly." he shook his head and moved the cat to lay down where it was then set it on his chest with a content sigh and drifted off to sleep.
There. This is a story that has already been written up, but I'm not going to update it till I have completed the other two that I have on my plate right now. Im fearing a writers block coming soon and I really am worried since I have all these ideas and bother to do with them, so I am writing them as I go. If you all want more of this story, then say so and I may start putting other chapters of it up. Anyway, cheerio!