Total Drama Bloodclan
Hey guys! The next chappie of TDB is here! Srry if the switching POV's is confusing. I'm just trying to see which I work better with, 1st or 3rd person.
Chapter 7: …Princess?
Sun dappled through the windows of the Twoleg nest (house) casting square patterns on Duncan, lying peacefully in his cat bed. The tom opened his eyes and let out a yawn. He stood and stretched out, feeling his black spike collar rub against his fur. He turned and studied his pelt. Jet black fur with one lone green stripe reaching from his head to the end of his tail.
After the show all the cats were shipped to adoption centers to find homes. Ironically, most of the Total Drama crew lived in the same neighborhood.
Duncan stepped out his cat bed and made his way over to his bowl, in the kitchen. He quickly ate half of the tasteless brown pellets that sat in there. He walked over to the big glass door that led to his garden. It was almost sun-high. His house-folk wouldn't be back for a few more hours. Duncan slipped through the cat door and trotted put into the garden.
It wasn't very big, just a square garden with flower beds on the sides and large patch of grass in the center. Duncan laid down in the middle of the grass, letting the green-leaf sun soak into to his pelt. A low, faint whistle came from a garden further down. 'Hm. Cody must of found a new she-cat to annoy.' Duncan thought, twitching his tail. The she-cats who lived around there usually walked along the white fences that surrounded each garden as their way of travel, so Duncan just had to wait until the she-cat walked by his own garden. He heard a few more whistles and purrs, proving that this she-cat must be pretty hot.
He let out a yawn and twitched his ears, listening to the the birds softly chirping.
When the she-cat finally came into view, his eyes nearly popped out of his head. 'Holy shit! This girl's a goddess!' He thought as he watched her slowly trotting along his fence. She had ember fur with a fluffy tail and curves in all the right places. A light purple collar hung loosely around her neck. He quickly sat up.
"Hey Darling!" Duncan called out and the she-cat immediately stopped, one paw still held up. She slowly turned on the fence and faced him.
"What did you just call me?" she growled, claws digging into then fence. Wow, her voice was high. Like she had to be heard by everyone."You heard me, Darling." He meowed back, a slight smirk on his face. Duncan quickly ran across his garden and jumped up on the fence next to her. "That is not my name!" She hissed lashing her tail, her onyx eyes glaring and filled with anger. Ever since he and Gwen had broken up, Duncan was always looking for a new challenge. He took another glance at the she-cats blazing eyes. 'And I think I just found it.'
"Well then what is your name, Sweetheart?" Duncan asked smirking his head off. "Ha! Like I would reveal my name to likes of you." She sneered. "Fine, have it your way, Darling." He meowed back.
"Hey you! Back off will ya?" Came a voice and a small gray tom jumped on the fence behind Duncan. Duncan turned around. "Yeah, and if I don't?" He hissed. There was no way he was letting his fun with this she-cat be ruined by a pipsqueak.
"Then you will suffer the consequences!" Came a hiss from below the fence. A skinny white tom was glaring up at him. "Oh wow! Now I'm scared!" Duncan growled sarcastically. Both toms bristled and the gray one moved closer. "Frost! Ash! Just drop it, I have this under control." The she-cat snapped. "Yeah you heard her! So why don't you two kitty cats go chase a mouse or something?" Duncan sneered.
Suddenly, the she-cat raised one paw and hit him harshly on the shoulder, causing him to fall off the fence into his garden. Duncan grunted as he felt his back leg come into contact with the hard ground. He looked up to see the she-cat glaring even harder. "Don't talk to them like that!" She hissed.
"Yeah you don't know who you're dealing with buddy!" The gray tom, Ash, growled. "I beg to differ!" Duncan hissed back springing to his paws, wincing as he put weight on his hind leg. Both cats on the fence jumped down into his garden, followed soon by the white tom. The three cats slowly closed in on him.
"Say goodbye, kittypet." Frost hissed, slowly extending his claws. Duncan backed up until his back hit the door. He slowly raised up his back and fluffed up his fur, making him twice his size. Suddenly an earsplitting shriek echoed through the trees. The three cats turned and looked back towards the fence, ears pricked in interest. The she-cat turned back to him "You got lucky kittypet!" She snarled, baring her sharp teeth, and all three cats turned and disappeared back over the fence.
Duncan let out a sigh of relief and let his fur relaxed. He was a pretty good fighter but there was no way he would've won that fight. His thoughts turned to the she-cat. She seemed familiar but he couldn't quite put his paw on it. He just wished he knew her name! He could only sigh again and slip back inside his Twoleg nest.
He was so lost in thought as he walked across to his bed that he ran into the television and the remote clattered to the floor. "Ow!" he growled shaking his head. Useless noise blared from the TV speakers. Duncan growled and turned back towards his bed.
"Harold! You are so totally gross!"
Duncan froze. He knew that voice. He spun around to face the TV. There on screen was an ember-colored she-cat hissing at a skinny ginger tom. She turned and stomped off and then the screen was filled with an image of himself and Geoff.
"Sometimes, he just makes it too easy!" Geoff laughed.
Duncan slowly sat down. This was Total Drama Island. The show that had made him miserable for three years. He slowly watched as his team was forced to hold up a canoe over their heads and then right an essay about how much the 'loved' Chef. Only certain lines made it to his ears.
"What are you trying to do? Get eliminated?"
"I didn't know you cared." Duncan whispered along with himself.
"I don't! I just don't want to lose this challenge! So stop being such a screw up, and do what you're told for once, okay?"
Duncan could only stare at the ember cat.
'Princess'
It had been over year since he last saw her. She had run away from the studio with Trent. No one else really knew why she left, but he did. He had hurt her. He had hurt her so much that the only way for her to find peace was to runaway. He felt like an ass for what he did to her. He remebered his outburst at Bridgette the day he had found out. He was only trying to prove he had nothing left for her, but he had no idea how wrong he was.
What had happened to his princess? To his sunshine, his sweetheart, his darling, his WORLD. He would never admit how much he truly missed her, even before she had ran away. He just thought being with Gwen would've been easier, but he soon found out that he didn't want 'easy'. He wanted a challenge, someone who would fight him, but still love him no matter what. To sum it all up, he wanted Princess.
He heard her crying every night on that stupid plane and all he wanted to do was go up and cuddle her like the princess she was. But he couldn't. He gave it all up for Gwen, so he couldn't. Its torture you know, to hear the one you love in pain but you can't do anything to help them.
Duncan studied every detail of her face on the screen. Her long, elegant whiskers, her small point ears and her dazzling onyx eyes.
Wait a minute. He knew those eyes. They are the same eyes that he had looked into only ten minutes before, but they were filled with hate.
Duncan felt his paws tremble as he slowly made his back outside. He jumped and sat on the fence and looked down both ways, hoping to see the ember cat. But there was nothing. Duncan looked out into the patch of trees where the rogues had disappeared. He tipped his head to one side. He softly called out, hoping his voice would bring the she-cat back.
"Princess?"
A.N. Yay! Its done! I actually typed most of this at school and told my teacher it was for English :P. Anyway which person do YOU think I work better with? 1st or 3rd?
Ninjas rule! Peace out!
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