FantabulousMe: You completely made my day.
(Still) Peyton's P.O.V.
Well, as it turns out, that box was far from empty. Inside there was Demeter, Bombalurina's (I'd learned her name now) sister, with three of her friends, Etcetra, Cettie for short; Electra; and Jemima. All of them -I assumed they were kittens, not near being a queen yet- were smaller than I was, espicially Jemima.
Etcetra was hyper along with Electra, Demeter was sort of quiet, but always spoke her mind, and Jemima was just quiet and small. Basically the opposite of Kailie whenever I woke up from this half nightmare, half dream. Kailie. That was a thought. What if I went and tried to find her in whatever I'm supposed to consider this. Hm...
After I 'listened' to those five chatting for a while, Bomba stood up and said to them, "Well I best be taking her to Old D at Vicarage." Uh... okay, sooo many questions for my subconcious right now.
"Wait!" Etcetra -surprise!- cried out, "You never told us her name!" My keen ears - I mean, subconscious, (I still refuse to believe this is more than a drug-induced dream)picked this up from where I'd been ushered, outside. Bomba must of heard too, but she ignored them.
"So... you're confused, am I right?" Bomba asked me, I noticed whenever we walked past another person, they would notice me for like a brief second, then stare at Bomba (in the toms' cases anyway), who was swinging her hips around and around. I wanted to ask her if she had a disability because of this, but I didn't, because I needed these people -if it all wasn't all a freaking vivid dream- and offending them right away would not be the smart thing to do.
"Pre'y much," I said in my accent, then saw a white... queen, I think, roll her eyes in the direction of Bomba and me. I was wondering what did I do now? I just got here.
"Okay, Old D -Old Deuteronomy- is our leader, and the Vicarage Wall is like his sacred place. I'm taking you there because that's where all new-comers go." She finished the last part in a rush because she saw I was about to interrupt.
I nodded. Actually, it kinda cracked me up, because here, I, Peyton was, as a cat, in a junkyard, nervous, and about to see the leader cat of all cats, and all in my subconcious - I hoped. And I just epic failed at correct grammar, but that isn't very important right now, is it?
A very old, some-what fat (in my opinion), brown cat was sitting on the wall. He was looking right at me as we walked over, and it was kind of creepy, actually.
He said to Bomba, "You may leave," and she nodded then scampered away. Then he turned to me, "Peyton." he said with a flourish, as if I were the most precious thing in the world, maybe I was, to make up freaking weird dreams like this while on drugs from hospitals. That's right, I'm still hanging onto my dream theory. How else would the leader of the cat world know my name?
"Peyton, it's not a dream. You died, but the other mystics and I agreed you deserved a second chance."
I knew I was supposed to spew some mushy form of 'thank-you', but I didn't. That sentence did not comprehend. So instead I stared at him blankly. How's that for a fluent English (er... English-cat) speaker?
He sighed, "Peyton, would you like to forget past memories of being a human? It would make things simpler for you, to stop missing them."
So he knew the main reason I wanted to become human again, joy. "No." I sounded like freaking Tarzan. "At leas' - no' righ' now, lemme sleep on i'." I was lovin' this accent thing I had goin' on.
His turn to nod, and then he said in his deep voice, "I understand. But, in any case, you need a new name."
Greeeeeeeeeeeeeeeat. But again, all I did was nod.
"Hm... how about..."
[A/N] And there, folks, you have it. My very feeble attempt at a cliffhanger, for those of you who can't tell what I'm intending yet. Sorry if I messed up the accent, I forgot about it 'till the very end, then I THINK I got everything. Not so sure though...
