Hi everyone, Silver here. Sorry for this late update, but, well, here it is! This time I have responded to Reedflight's request to do Poopkit of his/her fanfiction Prafsiz uf Kulnes. This story is short due to the lack of information on Poopkit's side, so I added another short story to explain what happens in this story - in detail. Just remember, I don't update much.
Reedflight - Here's your Prafsiz uf Kulnes! And I will do Lakepool later on.
CONNNnIe - How could you not get it? Thanks, though!
Disclaimer: Reedflight is the rightful owner of the characters in this story, and winxclubfan1 owns Sadsong and Stupidkit, re-introduced in this story.
Chapter 3
*yawn*
Sure, you want me to express what I feel about my - *pretends to gag* - sister?
Oh, she's okay. Apart from the fact that she totally did not just throw away and trash my entire childhood, yes, she is okay. Like everyone else here explained to me earlier, our so called 'siblings' were born with beautiful and exotic names. I heard there was one called Sparklekit or Glimmerkit. Well, in my case the perfect name was pretty straight forward - Prophecykit.
When I was a kit I would sprout logical stuff. Yes, actual logic. Apparently in the mystified perfectionist world of Prophecykit I was just an useless obstacle that can be readily thrown out. Bad luck for poor, poor logical me then. I would've much preferred to be exiled from the clan. Who was he...? Ah, yes, Stupidkit was very lucky. I was stuck in the stuffy elder's den with Jacksnort and my mother for quite a while. What sort of daughter would pack up her birth mother, then threw her into the elder's den?
Okay - so it wasn't all so bad. At least my mother came to her senses about her evil offspring. Jacksnort was blind to what dangers our clan - the clans all faced. We plotted, and I managed to sneak my mom and I out of the elders den.
So we roamed the forests for a while. I'm sure you wouldn't like to hear me dribbling on about what happened in the short days after we escaped the clans, but I assure you, this weird beam of violet and indigo shot down on my mom and I, and before we knew it, we arrived here.
Special Short Story
The camera focused onto the large dome in the center of the area, savouring the delux furniture and expensive ornaments presented around the dome. The roof had tiles of multicoloured stained glass, with epic tales of the warrior cats carved onto them in flowing lines.
The camera lowered down, panning around the dome's interior. Many cats of vast differences in their pelts were blended together in one motion. It was almost impossible to imagine all of those cats as outcasts, discriminated only because of their siblings, the perfect, adorable siblings.
The camera swooped to one side, expecting the flourished paintings of the dome, instead coming face to face with a adult white tom, eying the camera with-
"Ice, come back!"
The camera cat directed the camera towards a flushed white she-cat, apologising on the behalf of Ice.
"I'm sorry. Ice here is just so..."
The white tom again looked towards the camera. This time urging the white she-cat towards the camera. She gazed at the camera with piercing red eyes.
"Wait, aren't you the ones who interviewed Ice the other day?"
The camera cat locked gazes with the white she-cat.
"We interviewed..." the camera cat gazed off in thought, "One Muddy Pelt, one Stupidkit, and one Pooping Kit. If you want to make an appointment, please care to call. The autographs for them have ran out, unfortun-"
"He used to be Stupidkit. Call him Ice now," The white she-cat shook her head, "I used to be Sadsong, but call me Song."
"Oh. Thank you for your cooperation," the camera cat took a photo of Ice and Song, grinning, "These will sell for a lot."
"Waaaait a minute," the birch coloured tabby that was previously munching on a vole behind them approached at an alarming rate, "Hey, Fizz, didn't I tell you not to relate everything to our show?"
Fizz didn't seem to notice the fuming she-cat and continued to count up how much fresh-kill the picture of the two tragic lovers would sell for. That was bad. Very bad. That resulted in a tempered she-cat, and that is always bad.
Their show had been very popular, even at the start. In a haven of siblings of mary-sues, everyone liked sharing their pains and experiences they had gone through. 'A Sibling's Guide to a Mary-Sue' had been like a blog, sharing stories and experiences across the outcasts. Many of whom that had participated are now wanted celebrities. Every cat wanted to have the chance of appearing on the famous show.
"Fizz, Rowan wants us to see something," the she-cat sighed, "He claimed he has invented a machine that could transport cats from the outside world to here!"
"Why would we want to do that, Sand?" yawned Fizz. Sand whacked him with her tail.
"He has targeted another sibling of a mary s-"
"FRESH-KILL!" yelled Fizz, his amber eyes lighting up, "That is a great idea!"
Sand rolled her eyes. By that time Ice and Song had long gone to get some rain water from the stalls, leaving Sand and Fizz together.
"Then come, mouse-brain," Sand started to walk away, "Rowan says the distress signal is from some pools of Ivy!"
Please tell me if I made any mistakes. Thanks.