Here's the first chapter! Enjoy!
Chapter 1: Meet the Pedigrees!
Morning sunlight shone through a clean, glass window and cascaded a golden light on a marble floor of a room. Within that room, many cat toys littered the floor, a scratching post stood in the corner, and a silver food and water dish sat against the wall right next to a rather large cat house. At the foot of the cat house, a nice, fancy looking purple cat bed sat there with a beautiful, brindle brown she-cat curled up in it. The side of the bed also had gold letters sewn on it that spelled, Zelda.
The cat shifted and lifted her head, opening her dark blue, almost violet, eyes. She got to her paws and stretched, shaking out her fur. She stepped daintily out of her bed and started to lick her soft pelt, smoothing it down. In the process, the bell on her purple, golden triangle patterned collar jingled. Once she was done, a servant that works for her owner stepped in and smiled down at her warmly.
"Good morning Zelda." He said. The cat, Zelda, purred and rubbed against his legs in greeting. The servant walked forward and poured a cup of cat food in her dish and gave her clean water. Zelda munched away at her food as the servant left. Once he was gone, she glanced behind her and sighed.
She may have seemed happy before, but she was only pretending to be so the servant wouldn't think something was the matter with her and alert her owner, who was way too over-protective of her.
Zelda belonged to a rich man by the name of (or at least what Zelda calls him) Mr. Harkinian. He had purchased her when she was a kitten, born to two pedigree cats, making her a pedigree as well. Zelda lived with him in a big house in a very rich neighborhood. Mr. Harkinian loves her very much, and Zelda loves him too, but she has one problem. He was way too over protective!
He only let's her stay within the fenced backyard and no where else outside because he's afraid that something will attack her or she'll get hit by a car. He only buys organic cat food and feeds her one cup in the morning and one at night, for he feared that she will have health problems with food. He prefers to brush her fur and bath her instead of having her groom herself (which she still does anyway), incase a hairball will make her sick or possibly choke. And there were many more.
Zelda was sick of it all! Yes, she was a pedigree cat. Yes, she lives with a rich dude. But, she doesn't want all of this. Ever since she was kitten, she had watched the alley cats from a window or her fence. She admired how they catch their own food, how they play with each other, how they explore where ever they want to go, how free they are. Zelda wants a life like that. To live freely without someone looking over and limiting what she can and can't do. To be a real cat.
Zelda sighed once more and turned away from her food dish and walked out of the room. If only she could have a life like a real cat. As of now, she can only dream.
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The little cat flap on the house's back door quivered and Zelda pushed her way through and entered the backyard. The dew on the green grass blades wetted her soft, brown paws as she walked. Once she arrived at the fence, Zelda jumped up and landed gracefully at the top. Taking a seat, she looked out to the big city, known as Smashville, that she could see from her yard. The buildings towered high into the clouds, one thing that many tourists admired most about Smashville. How I wish I could go there. Zelda said to herself hopelessly.
"Oh Zellie!" Zelda perked her ears at the sound of a light, hyper-active voice. She turned and saw a pretty, light golden she-cat bounding toward her, her light blue eyes shining with excitement to see her friend. Following behind was a black-and-white she-cat. Her amber eyes glistened with a annoyance of the golden cat and her red-black tail slightly flicked.
Zelda smiled at the sight of her two friends. "Hello Peach. Hello Midna." She meowed, dipping her head in greeting.
"Oh Zellie, you won't believe it!" The golden she-cat, Peach, said happily. "My owner entered me into the 57th annual Pet Show!"
"Really?" Zelda said. "Again?" Peach replied with a happy nod.
"Yeah, not only is it 57th annual, it's the 57th one she's been in." The black-and-white she-cat, Midna, muttered. Peach turned to her and huffed.
"You're just jealous that I'm in it and you're not!"
"That is the stupidest and last thing I would possibly ever be jealous about." Midna replied. The thing about Peach and Midna, Peach was hyper, cheerful, and happy-go-lucky. She's a pedigree as well and lives with a rich lady by the name of Mrs. Toadstool. She loves all things pink and fashionable. Her pink, diamond studded collar proves it. She also has about a couple dozen little cat outfits and she hates to get her gold fur dirty.
Midna, on the other hand, is more of a tomboy. She's a pedigree too, but she isn't into pet shows or being clean 24/7. She has an attitude, can be a smartass, and is very mischievous. For example, she pulls pranks on her neighbor's Dobermans.
As the two argued on, Zelda directed her attention back to the view of the city. She took a deep breath and let it out as she looked longingly at it. She the casted her gaze down to the grassy hill on the other side of the fence. Down that hill was a forest that eventually leads to a more, run down neighborhood, which then leads to Smashville. Zelda looked down at the hill with temptation. All I have to do is jump then run...
"I see that look in your eyes. Thinking about running again, aren't you?" A new voice spoke. Zelda jumped and turned to her left to see a sleek furred, blue-gray tom sitting beside her. His brilliant blue eyes shone with politeness.
Zelda sighed then smiled. "Marth, you startled me." She said. Marth was a pedigree tom that lived a few houses down from Zelda. He lived with a family call the Lowells. He was very polite and proper, quite a gentlecat (Get it? Gentleman, gentlecat. Heh, heh...anyone?). Most of the female cats swoon over him, but he isn't interested in any of them. He says that if he finds his ideal mate, he'll know it.
Marth gave a purr of amusement as Zelda smoothed her ruffled, white-furred chest.
"Yes, I was thinking about running again." She admitted once she was done. "I mean, I'm tired of this fancy life. All I want to do is live on the streets of the city, like a real cat!"
Marth gave a sigh. "Zelda, you know that will never happen." He said. "I don't mean to put you down, but you wouldn't know how to survive out there. You wouldn't know how to get food or know where to live. And there dangerous cats and dogs there. You wouldn't be able to make it on your own." Zelda opened her mouth to argue, but stopped herself. He was right. She doesn't know how to survive by herself. How would she get by on her own?
She sighed. "I know Marth. But I can't shake it. It's my dream, I just can't give it up." Marth looked at her with sympathy. He knew he couldn't convince her.
"What're you guys talking about?" Midna asked. Her and Peach had stopped arguing and both had just realized Marth's presence.
"Hi Marth." Peach meowed. Marth greeted her back with a wave of his tail.
"I'm just thinking about living in the city as an alley cat." Zelda responded. Peach twitched her whiskers and flattened her ears against her head in disgust.
"Why would you want to live as an alley cat?" She asked. "They're so dirty and ill mannered! They're a disgrace to cats everywhere!"
"You don't know that." Zelda countered. "You've never met an alley cat."
"That's what my mother told me."
"Hey, I don't blame ya." Midna said to Zelda. "I'm starting to get sick of this fancy life too."
"I don't know why you would want to live like that." Peach muttered. "I wouldn't imagine getting my fur dirty."
"Really now?" Midna said mischievously then jumped off the fence and into a mud puddle, causing the dirty water to splash up and onto Peach. The golden she-cat yowled in surprise and horror as she looked down at her mud splattered fur. Midna started to erupt into laughter.
"Midna, that was uncalled for." Marth scolded her.
"Ask me if I care." Midna retorted.
"Seriously Midna, you didn't-"
"You ruined my fur!" Peach yowled at the black-and-white she-cat, interrupting Zelda. Her blue eyes burned coldly and her fur bristled along her shoulders. "Don't you know long it will take to get me clean?! You ill mannered rat!"
At the mention of the word "rat", Midna's fur bristled and she jumped and lunged at Peach, knocking them both off the fence. Everything seemed to have happened in a split second. As they went down, Peach reached her paw out to grab something, only to have her claws latch onto Zelda's collar, taking the brindle brown she-cat with them. Marth reacted and gripped Zelda's scruff in his teeth, only to fall as well. The four cats hit the grassy hill and tumbled down until they landed in an open box, causing Styrofoam to fly up in the air. They squirmed around in the box until they poked their heads out, shaking Styrofoam off of their fur.
"How'd we get in a box?" Marth questioned aloud. As a response, a delivery truck that was parked on a little road on the hill started up and a delivery man closed the box, not noticing the cats, and taped it shut. He lifted the box into the truck and went into the passenger seat. With a jerk, the truck drove down the road, leaving the neighborhood behind, taking the four cats with it.
Finished! Okay, this is ends the first chapter. Sorry if it was a little slow in the beginning, it gets better as the chapters go. How did you like it? Does it seem any good or interesting? Well, I hope you are interested in it so far and I would like to thank you for reading. The next chapter will be up as soon as possible. See ya!