Bombalurina padded throughout the deserted marketplace, her face was dripping with sweat, although it was freezing outside.
Bomba had never been through the market while it was pitch black outside.
She walked behind an alley, and towards the regular stand she got her fruit from. Luckily, the vendor had left his stand there, and she devoured the strawberries quickly, for she was starving.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you."
Bombalurina turned around, and noticed a white cat walking towards her. She was extremely fluffy… not to mention her voice sounded like an angels'. The white cat looked about five years older than Bomba was.
"And who are you supposed to be?" The cat asked, walking next to Bomba and picking up a strawberry which she bit into dramatically.
"B-Bombalurina," She stuttered, glaring at the she-cat.
"The name's Griddlebone," the cat murmured, licking her pure white fingers clean.
"Why shouldn't I be doing this?" Bomba asked Griddlebone.
"Oh… it's not nice to steal," Griddlebone said in a sorrowful tone.
"You just stole," Bomba growled.
"Yes… but that's because I am of a higher rank of you."
"What?" Bombalurina glared at the she-cat, her eyes were burning.
"Well… who's your boyfriend? Does he own a ship? Mine does. Is he hot? Mine is." Griddlebone started to chew on a nail that grew way past the edge of her finger.
"You don't need to have a boyfriend to be of a high rank," Bombalurina said doubtfully.
"Says who?"
"Says me."
"Oh yeah?"
"YEAH!"
Bombalurina glared at the white she-cat then just started to walk off, frustrated. She'll just have to eat watermelon tonight.
"Where are you going?"
Griddlebone was standing in front of Bombalurina before she could even take time to blink.
"Away from here," Bomba said firmly, starting to walk farther away, but Griddlebone followed at a close pace.
"Will you leave me alone?" Bomba almost exploded at the fluffy cat who just smiled.
"No. No I won't."
"What is wrong with you?"
"What is wrong with me?"
Bombalurina let out a small growl and just started to walk away even faster… but Griddlebone was following her once more.
Bomba got a little nervous… so she broke into a run, and Griddlebone was right on her heels.
In a split second, Bombalurina was skidding on the ground, her cheek was burning with pain, and Griddlebone was standing over her.
"No one escapes from Griddlebone," Griddlebone growled, grabbing Bomba by the hair.
Bombalurina hit the ground with her hand in pain, and closed her eyes.
Get it over with. My God, get it over with!
Her God must've gotten it over with, because the pain disappeared from her head. Bomba would've thought that she was dead if she didn't hear some loud growling him her ear.
She opened her eyes to see a large ginger cat standing over her. Bomba would've thought he was hawt… but he had huge, gruesome paws.
"Stay away from her," the tom growled to the surprised Griddlebone, "She is not yours to harm."
Griddlebone let out a small scoff, but surried off anyway.
"Thank you," Bombalurina sighed, looking up at the cat, "May I know your name?"
The ginger cat looked like he blushed, but he got off Bomba and helped her sit up.
"My name is Macavity."