"Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back" -?
A simple adventure of a feline in the world of Splatoon who isn't Judd. Hiroyuki experiences the Festival known as Life, and meets interesting faces. But in the end, does the past really belong in the future?
A/N; Chapters will be kept short and simple in the feline point of view, which will happen more than the perspective of other characters. This was just inspired by a little "What if Agent 3 came across a cat when she/he was younger, adopted it, and was more curious about the world thanks to the cat's adventures?" aka "Agent 3 owns a cat since she was young, cat goes on adventures with Agent 3, sometimes chaos and hilarity ensues." This is mostly told by Hiroyuki's perspective.
I remember not when I was born, however I remember the cold hands that carried me into a small hard container. I had not even uttered a word from my newborn mouth before I was frozen over.
I, do, however, remember when it was opened, tiny curious hands touching my frozen fur, and as I breathed, I let out a simple word summarized as "Who?". I knew not, at that time, that it would be a lead to my future friend, known to some as "Agent 3", however in my simple cat mind, I knew that I would be in good hands.
The hands had taken me to a warm place. I simply called it Warmth. The hands spoke loudly and yet gently, as if not wanting to wake my already awoken body. More warmth surrounded me, rubbing into my soft and small furred body gentle.
I smelt the air with my tiny wet nose, the smell of warm milk reached it. The hands placed me down onto something solid, and proceeded to prod something at my mouth. I opened, and I suckled on what I presumed would be well... a bottle. Soothing warmth, and my belly full, I am lulled to sleep.
A few nights past, and I name a few objects of interest. One being the Hands, I can barely hear the name "Samuel", and so the Hands were named such. The Voice who named him such was called "Rin", and such was the voice named.
Of course, I wasn't the only youngling in what they called a "House". They had a young child who smelled of iron and wetness. They called it "Mittsu". This Mittsu is always around me, prodding with slimy yet soft skin, but never trying to harm. I do not mewl in pain or agitation, I somehow knew it was curiosity.
Another week passes, and I am able to hear better, along with moving, however I stumble about. Luckily, my new friend Mittsu is there to guide me, even though they fumble about just like myself. I am named by the Samuel and Rin "Hiroyuki", apparently meaning "Great Journey". I know not the reason of my name however, so I let it be.
My curiosity grows by the day, and not even by a month, my eyes and ears had opened. My legs still wobble, but I am able to see much more clearly. I am also able to put names to faces, along with hearing new information about where I am.
I, and these "Inklings", live in a part of the globe called "Calamari County", the land the whole country is on being called "Earth". I learn that a "Inkling" is what these two-legged walkers are called, and they have what they call "Tentacles" on their head. The older Inklings that care for me and Mittsu, Samuel and Rin, are a Blue and Green pair of Inklings, with Samuel being blue, and Rin being green. Mittsu, however, seemed to be a combination of these colors and was a teal two "Squidling". I am still confused, I must learn more.
Months turn into years, and finally I am a year old. It seems the Inklings had noticed my curiosity, and were helping to guide into knowledge. I learned how to put names to faces, things, and other such's. I treasured the Warmth, now known as Home, but also my dearest friend Mittsu.
I have noticed Samuel and Rin mentioning "Moving" to a place called "Inkpolis" so that we can live in a smaller place called an "Apartment" but also be near the "Fresher" area. As much as I dislike this idea of "Moving", it seems best. I have smelled what the Inklings called "Stress" on them, and I have glanced outside those windows. The dark, run down streets seemed terrifying to me, but never the less, my curiosity shall grow.
We do end up moving a few years later, however at a loss of the Inkling named Samuel. He ran off one day, and never came back. The age of my friend, Mittsu being of Eleven years of age, myself being at least three years. By the time we left, news of the winners of a Youth-Singing Contest was going about.
I should tell you about my friend, Mittsu. They are a young teal inkling child unable to control their form enough to form the pale skin like the elders of their kind. They have pinkish-red eyes, a rarity as most inklings have the same eye color as their tentacles apparently. They usually wear enough clothing to cover their chest and under region, something I don't need.
But I can admit, I do wish to wear such "Fresh" clothing.
However, I am just a grey tabby cat with black markings with dark blue eyes. Mittsu was kind enough to accessorize me with a green handkerchief and a blue collar that has my name on it, and how to contact them in case I get lost.
I wonder what kind of curiosity can be found in this new land?