Lonelymoongodess: "Hello, everyone! My name is Lonelymoongodess and this is my first fanfiction! I'm so happy everyone is here, reading this. Feel free to criticize anything you want. I hope you all like this story! I put my heart and soul into it, so please, don't smash it into the ground."
Sorano: "Enough ranting! These people want to read this story not listen to you talk to yourself!"
Kichi: "Exactly! They came here to see me, the star of the show!"bows arrogantly
Sorano: "You the star? I'm the star!"
Kichi: "Are not!"
Sorano: "Are too!"
Kichi: "Not!"
Sorano: "Too!"big fight starts
Lonelymoongodess: "Anyway, while they fight it out, I would like to say something. I own almost everything in this story because I am not using the original characters much. Also, at the end of each chapter I will tell you what the new character's names mean! Yes, their names have meaning! Onward to the story!"
The Insanity Of It All
"I must be the stupidest cat alive. If mere humans can find it, why can't I? I mean I should be able to find the home for creatures like me. Where is the Cat Bureau?" The lone cat thought as he darted down the sleeping, human street.
"Oh, no! I'm going to be late! Why didn't he wake me up? I told him I had to meet her early this morning for that project. Stupid dad, always forgetting things." The girl ranted as she ran across the busy street.
Cars skid to a stop left and right, trying not to hit the girl with dark, gray hair. Their drivers shouted curses at her as she continued her run.
"Sorry," she yelled over her shoulder.
The girl ran up the row of shops as fast as her legs would go. She made a quick right turn as she barely missed breaking through a large, glass window. The movers that were carrying the glass yelled at her too. She made a left, entering an alley, as she ran up a small plank of wood. Now she could take a short cut on some narrow windowsills. She would have broken a flowerpot if the women hadn't caught it. She yelled as well.
'I must be extra popular today.' She thought.
She used another plank of wood to get down. Now she was right behind the place she told her friend they would meet. She turned right as she exited the alley. As she leapt over the flowerbed, her shoelaces caught on something. She tumbled before landing on her face, in front of a pair of shoes.
"You're late." The owner of the shoes said, tapping her foot.
"I know, but it was all because…" The girl started as she propped herself on her elbows.
"I don't want excuses, Sorano. Now you just have to buy me some cake and tea." Her friend said, walking into the café.
'Wasn't I already going to?' Sorano asked herself, before shrugging it off, to follow her friend.
Once the girls were inside, a fat white cat turned its head in their direction, still lounging on his chair. He grunted as he heaved himself off his perch to sit outside the door. He quietly watched their actions. The girls giggled as they looked at the menus.
"How long does it take you to order something, Kichi? You were here for hours, yet I ordered faster." Sorano said coolly.
"Stop talking and let me think!" Kichi yelled.
"Whatever." Sorano sighed.
A few minutes later, once the food was ordered, they started their plans.
"Okay, so our project is to paint a master piece on a dream we had lately. Have you had any, because I haven't." Kichi said sadly.
"Sorry, but no. Isn't it funny how you never have weird dreams when you want them?"
"I know! Bad thing is that we have nothing to work on."
"Maybe if we keep talking, we will remember something useful."
With that the girls started a long conversation. The cat grunted again as he turned to a destination few knew.
"After four hours in that café, we made no progress. Today was a waist." Sorano sighed as she walked down the alley.
It was a different way from before. It was the long way home. She always walked this way when she needed time to think and, boy, did she need to think. After walking a little, she started to sing. It was a song her mother used to sing to her.
"At the foooot of a treee, violeeets are scatterrred. And pansies bloom purple petaallled and blueeee…"
Her mom sang it to her when she was scared or sad. It also helped relieve her stress. As she continued her song, a thin, white cat walked by. It stopped to listen to her. When she stopped, it stood on its hind paws, while clapping its front. Sorano's eyes widened as she looked at the cat. Her voice box was broken and her legs refused to move. She had a feeling deep down that this would not end well.
"You have a wonderful voice. As beautiful as a chorus of birds. You must sing for my king!" It cried.
"Excuse me?" Sorano asked dumbly as she stared at the creature.
"Oh, you must still be in shock at the fact I can talk. It is a simple matter, really. Some animals can talk and some can't. If you can remember this, then you're set for life. Come, follow me. You have to sing for my king and his subjects at the Animal Kingdom."
"What? I'm all confused. Can you say that again, I don't think I heard you right."
"I said, 'Oh, you must still be in shock at the fact I can talk. It is a simple matter, really. Some animals can talk and some can't. If you can remember this, then you're set for life. Come follow me. You have to sing for my king and his subjects at the Animal Kingdom.'" The cat repeated in one breath.
Sorano stared at him with an even blanker stare on her face.
"Okay, that's what I thought you said. Hoped it wasn't, but that's what you said."
"Come on and follow me, the Animal Kingdom awaits." It cried, tugging on her hand.
"Wait! I'm not going anywhere! Unhand me." Sorano yelled, pulling back.
The force brought the feline to its back. It quickly brushed itself off before looking at her.
"My king said that if you didn't agree, I should bribe you. See you later Sorano," it said with a bow, before scampering off.
"What was that all about? How did you know my name? What did you mean by 'Animal Kingdom'? And how in the name of all that is holy could you talk?" Sorano yelled in the direction that the cat ran off to.
After a half an hour of staring off into space, Sorano decided to go home. She walked slowly. She had even more thoughts to think through. Another half an hour later, she was back at her house. It was a small, two story, brown and red house, just outside the town. She ran up the steps to be greeted by her father.
"Can you taste this, I want to know if it's edible." He asked, sticking a spoon with some strange red stuff on it in her face.
This is how the daughter of a chief is treated when she comes home. Like a Ginny pig. Her father was trying to be a chief, so they never went hungry, but he couldn't cook. Some days she would rather starve. She pushed the food poisoning out of her face as she walked into the kitchen.
"I'm going to make some tea and a salad. You want anything," Sorano yelled from the kitchen.
"I can make it! Just sit back." Her father said getting in front of her.
She pushed him out of the way. She sighed as he pouted; some days he was such a baby.
"No offence, but you could burn water. Anyway, I don't mind cooking; it is a girl's job. And before mom died she told me to take care of you, so you go sit down. Dinner will be ready in a minute." Sorano said, waving her spatula.
Her father opened his mouth, but she waved it more. Sighing, he sat on the couch. Sorano smiled as she started her work. First she tried some of her father's food, just so his self-esteem wasn't broken. It actually wasn't that bad.
"Dad, this isn't that bad. Is it a mix between ketchup and applesauce?" She asked, eating more.
"That's exactly what it is! Are you sure it's not too weird?" He shot up from his seat.
"Sure it's weird, but at least I didn't die. I would think of something else, though. I don't know too many people who would go out and buy something like this."
Her father sighed as he sat back down in his seat. Sorano giggled as she put it in the fridge. She was glad they had room in there; they had just emptied out the rotting experiments. She set the teapot on the stove as she laid the chicken on the grill. What kitchen of a chief doesn't have all the knick-knacks? She pulled out the ingredients for the salad. As she grated the cheese, the teapot screamed. Sorano quickly poured the hot water into cups and added the packets. As the tea and water mixed, she finished the salads. Once dinner was made, they enjoyed a Chicken Caesar Salad with green/iced tea. It was kind of a plain dinner, but it beat dining on ketchup, applesauce surprise.
"Today was useless, we made no progress on the project." Sorano sighed, taking a bite of salad.
She decided to leave out the cat thing. The last thing she wanted was her insane father thinking she had joined him. She didn't even know if it really happened. It all seemed like a dream. Maybe it was a dream, one that they could use for their project.
'It would make for one uninteresting project. We can use it if we can't think of anything else.' Sorano thought to herself, taking a sip of tea.
The rest of the dinner went in silence. Sorano lost in her thoughts, while her father writing something on the tablecloth.
'Just one more thing I'll have to wash.' She thought with a sigh.
Sorano set her dishes in the sink and said good night to her father. She had another meeting with Kichi tomorrow, so she need her sleep. Got to love thanksgiving break. She slowly walked up the stairs to her room. Her room was the only room up stairs. She opened her door only to stumble back. The noise was so loud! Thousands of birds were in her room, all squawking. They saw the open door and flew. Now they were all down stairs, perching everywhere, even her dad's head. He ran to the front door and shoved it open. In seconds they were gone. They looked at each other and laughed. An hour later all the feathers were gone and Sorano could go to bed. On her bed was a list with pictures on it. The first was a flock of birds. She thought it was strange, but shrugged it off. She ignored the other pictures as she curled up in her bed.
Somewhere across town…"Muta, did you find anything?" An orange cat asked the fat one.
"Nope. I did see two girls that were a little upset, but they just had a school project to do." The fat white one replied.
"Hmn. Well that's enough for today. You can go to bed."
"Finally." He said, slouching.
"You lazy thing. Maybe if you weren't so fat you wouldn't get so tired." The crow squawked on its perch in the middle of the miniature town.
"Shad-dup, bird brain."
And thus the fighting began. The orange sighed as he walked into his house and shut the windows. Maybe that would keep the noise out.
Somewhere even further across town…"Where is it? Another full day wasted. I truly must be the stupidest cat alive…"
Lonelymoongodess: "Hey, hoped you like it! Not much to say, except, onward to the names!"
Sorano: "My name means 'Of the Sky'. It will make more sense later."
Kichi: "Mine means 'Fortunate', as in, 'Fortunate a cat didn't hear me and send me birds in my room'!"laughs in Sorano's face another fight breaks out
Lonelymoongodess: coughs "Anyway, until next time and, by the way, this chapter was: 2,108 words, 11,324 characters, 172 lines, 8 pages, and 79 paragraphs, if you don't count anything after this point. Anyway, BBFN. Bye, bye for now!"