Chapter 1: I brake up a cat-fight (literally)

I need to make a confession. Walking around town isn't my favorite of activities. Actually, I only come out of my little house when I need to go to the store. I spend most of my days between TV and making pieces of art. I have an entire room filled with those, but no one will ever see them, since they're not worth a thing. But yeah, not a person you'll often see outside, wandering the streets of quaint little Beach City, or go to the beach itself. I don't like water. I'm not even sure I know how to swim, and if I did I have kind of forgotten, if that's possible.

I have absolutely no idea why I'm going out today. Like, seriously, my fridge is not empty, I don't want a donut or a slice of pizza. Guess I just felt like walking today.

I make my way toward Funland, my earbuds plugged into my ears, a weird music no one but me would like playing on my phone. I push back a few blue strands of hair. Summer is long gone by now, so no need for sunglasses anymore. I'm wearing a top tank and an unbuttoned green checkered shirt, and my denim shorts. As I look up at the sky, I notice how clouds are gathering in the east, just above the hill and the lighthouse. This is what happens when I go out for no reason. You'll see, the next think I know it's gonna snow! In late September!

I can see the begging of the pier across the street, the very large sign indicating that we are about to step into Funland. But before I can even cross, I hear the hiss of a cat on my right. I turn around, facing a small alley full of metal trashcans and a wooden fence blocking access to the other side of the small and dark street. I frown. I can hear more than hisses now. From the screams and meows, I deduce that two, maybe three cats are fighting in there.

I'm about to shrug and leave the felines be, when a trash tumbles to the ground, rolling beside me. Behind, I finally see the fight, and it involves way more cats than I thought. Five big reddish cat against a smaller one, hiding in the smallest corner imaginable. I can only see it's bright green eyes and one of its paws, as it tries to push away the other cats.

I act without thinking. This poor little animal must be terrified, and probably in a bad shape. I take the cover of the trashcan on the ground, ignoring the bags and pizza boxes tumbling out of it, and I use it how I can. First, I use it like a bat, smacking one of the cat which hit the wall, attracting the attention of the four others.

"Leave it be! Go!"

I wave the trash cover around, trying, and probably failing to scare off the cats, as they only stare at me with confusion.

"Go! Shoo!"

I pretend to hit another one, and the cat barely flinches, only raising a paw of the ground and staring at me with its only eye. I shiver. It's so strange to be stared at by five cats, and in such a small space nonetheless. It almost feels like I'm trapped in a lion cage. Maybe interfering was a bad idea. The little cat behind me hisses again, but I'm not sure at who. Finally, I've had enough. I slam the cover where three of the five cats are standing, and they finally back away, staring once more at me before retreating, all five of them. I sigh with relief, a hand on my chest as if it will calm my heart quicker. I really thought for a second that I was about to be killed by a bunch of cats.

I turn around and kneel in front of where the little cat is hiding. It has yet to leave its spot, and I can barely see it. I tentatively reach a hand toward it, and it hisses.

"It's okay. I just want to help you and make sure you're okay. Do you mind leaving your spot?"

It may have understand me, as it slowly walks out of its spot. I've never seen a cat like this one. Its fur is deep green, the color of a pine tree, with even darker strips of green. Its paws and its head, however, are blond, a sandy shade of yellow. It has bright green eyes and a green triangle patch of fur on its forehead. It is definitely smaller than the others, and I wonder if it has reached its adult size yet. It first looks deeply in my eyes, I can see how strangely thoughtful it is. And gracious, also, almost as if it was thanking me for saving it. I approach once again my hand, and it first smells it, before nibbling lightly on my thumb with its sharp teeth, almost playfully. It doesn't seem to be hurt, but in the poor lighting of the alley I can't quite see. I reach to take it in my arms. It let me do, and once I cradle it it starts nibbling on my thumb again.

"You're lucky I was here to save you. I wonder why those cats where after you?"

It only looks at me with concern. I'll have to take that as an answer.

"You don't have a collar now, do you?"

I look around its neck, but found only fur. I give it a few stroke under the chin and its starts purring. Way too cute.

"So what are you? A weird Coreen breed? Some kind of a mutant? I've never seen a cat with a green fur. Do you glow in the dark or something?"

As I keep wondering how a green cat handed up in Beach City, of all places, I walk out of the alley. I give a last look toward Funland, and shrug. Whatever.

"I can't let you outside tonight. Who knows if those other cats would come after you again."

I keep stroking the little cat, making it purr with delight. Its eyes are almost completely close, and its tail as snaked its way around my arm.

"I'll take you to my place for tonight, at tomorrow we'll try to find your master, alright?"

The cat seems too lost in its own purr to even acknowledge my presence. I smile and head home.

A/N: Hi guys! So here was finally chapter 1. Did you like it? Please tell me, I always like to receive feedbacks. And if you haven't already, you can still follow, cause you know, it's useful and what not... Anyway, chapter 2's Friday. Also, if you follow Rebecca Sugar on Twitter or Tumblr you may have seen the drawings she did for Halloween? (It's Lazuli and Peridot dressed as wicthes) I swear I have nothing to do with it, but damn I wish I had!