This is my attempt at the next chapter. So please review, even if you don't like it. :(
-BUTCH'S P.O.V.—
FOODFOODFOODFOODFOODFOODFOOD FOODFOODFOODFOODFOODFOODFOOD FOODFOOFDFOOD!
-BOOMER'S P.O.V.—
YOU SHALL NOT EAT MAH FRIENDS!
-BRICK'S P.O.V.—
"YOU GUYS!" My brothers momentarily stopped fighting to hear me. "We can't eat them." Boomer smiled in victory while Butch roared.
"IF I DON'T GET SOME FOOD QUICK I'M GONNA EAT BOOMER!" he growled. "STARTING WITH HIS CHEEKS!" Boomer covered his cheeks with his hands and hid behind me.
"Relax dude. If you're so hungry, then go hunt some food yourself. The machete is over there," I pointed to the oversized knife. The bird, err, Blossom changed into a woodpecker and started pecking on the table. No one noticed, Butch was too busy looking for the weapon while Boomer was playing with the do-err um, Bubbles. I recognized Blossom was sending me a message through Morse code.
DON'T TELL YOUR BROTHERS WHO WERE JUST YET. BUT TELL BUTCH TO TAKE BC WITH HIM HUNTING. SHE WILL HELP HIM. YOUR BROTHERS MUST SPEND TIME WITH THEIR COUNTERPARTS.
"Why?" I asked.
JUST DO FREAKIN' IT DAMMIT MY HEAD HURTS FROM PECKING!
I sighed and looked at Butch who found the machete and was about to leave."Take the cat with you," I sighed. He groaned as the Buttercup hissed rather loudly at him. I chuckled at that. Either way, she followed him and his eyes stared at her.
"Don't even try eating her Butch!"
"How do you know it's a girl?"
"Does it look like a guy to you?"
"Good point."
-BUTCH'S P.O.V.—
I peered from behind a tree to make sure the coast was clear when that stupid cat took off somewhere else. Since I thought someone was coming, I followed her. About two miles after she stopped, and so did I. She sat down and stared at me, then started licking her hand.
"What? Did your stupid paw get dirty?" I growled. She growled back at me and ran in a different direction. Because, as much as I hate to admit it, I love my brother and I like cats. Besides, something drew me to this one. So I ran who knows how much longer, jumping over bricks and going through fences. Eventually she stopped running and waited for me, flicking her tail as well.
When I got there, I stopped to catch my breath and lay down on the grass. God, we are never going to find food! There's NOTHING here but trash. No plants, no trees, NOT EVEN GRASS!
"Meow."
"What?" She stared at me and continued eating the grass on the floor. WAIT A MINUTE!
"Grass?!" I jumped up and looked at my cat who was unamused. I turned and saw the meadow. For no reason at all, I ran out into the meadow and was about to yell in joy when my cat stared at something behind me. I turned around slowly, machete in hand, and saw a brown rabbit. I gripped the handle tighter and stalked towards it when a small panther attacked it. NO WAIT THAT'S MY CAT!
It took only moments for my cat to happily drag the dead rabbit in its mouth by the neck at drop it at my feet. I picked it up slowly, grateful for it. I saw my cat, licking her paw.
"Panther," I said. "I think I'll call you Panther."
Her eyes gleamed, and she meowed pleasantly in response.
r&r.