Once upon a time, in a world where fairy tales and mortals coexist in holy peace and harmony... a feline from Spain with beautiful orange fur and tabby spots that had beautiful green eyes, wore a fabulous hat and what most characterized on his person; some beautiful boots.
A thief, a fighter, a lover of felines and a silent warrior.
Some called him the diablo gato, some their fearless hero, others the macho gato and a few knew him as "the legend". But he called himself: Puss in Boots. An epic and strong feline who would tear in two any shadow that tried to get in the way and with his sword, talent and hunger for justice, he would be stopped by no one.
Even though many guards and monsters were against him, he only wanted to do the right thing, protect who he considered the innocent and live his life as if it were only one, even though as a cat, he actually had 9 of which he could take advantage of, so he did not take it so seriously, he even dared to laugh in the face of death. He had two great friends with whom he came to live incredible adventures, a huge ogre named Shrek and a charismatic and talkative donkey named... well, his name was Donkey.
Puss spent living his life as if it were a game, looking for lawsuits, running from guards and playing with the feelings of various felines. He had no respect for danger or the threats that it gave him, he played to be a superior being, he adored attention and he adored himself, his ego was almost as big as the sun, so little by little and without value none of these, was losing each of his lives... and of course, without appreciating any of them, without appreciating those who loved him and who he was supposed to love.
Without knowing that this ungrateful and selfish conduct towards life will make him know who would become his only and first great fear: Death itself.
and not in a metaphorical or rhetorical or poetic way or in any elegant way, it was Death...straight up: An Enormous, gloomy and terrifying white wolf with sharp fangs and eyes injected with red, who dressed in black and in his hands carried two sharp sickles of fine metal, capable of ripping anyone's head off with just one movement.
Death was furious, indeed. He was disgusted by the behavior of that legend, how he believed himself to be immortal and worthy of being a hero, to see how love for him was a game and how he laughed at situations that literally screamed danger at him, all that disrespect, that selfishness and ignored the discretion fulled Rage on Death and when Puss in Boots was living his last life drinking milk in a canteen, Death took his two sickles and went to face him, ready to steal his soul.
For the first time in his entire life and after that brutal confrontation, the Spanish cat realized what had become of him, he had opened his eyes to all his mistakes and to the people who loved him so much but whom he himself pushed aside. by only having love for himself.
He began to change, he stopped being bad, he stopped playing immortal, he didn't want to lose anything he had now, his life became the last and only one he wanted, finding love and company among his new friends and in whom he considered worthy of his love. He knew that Wolf would never stop following him, but Puss never stopped fighting for his life.
But Death would not rest until he obtained his precious prize, no matter how it was, even if he could no longer do it himself, he will not lose the fight he had against the green-eyed tabby, he searched the depths for an option, a way to escape. Hit him where it hurt the most.
Until he found it.
It wasn't until both of his red eyes fell captivated on Kitty Softpaws: Puss in Boots's girlfriend.
