The only thing that really matters in the world right now is you and me. So don't ruin it, or you'll be slowly... painfully... taking my life away from me.
This book is not dedicated to anyone. The ideas are all mine, so I should not be accused of stealing work.
Chapter 1- Why does life always have to be this way?
When you are a normal cat, in a normal house, with crazy owners, there's a lot of problems. For one, you get fed a can of the most disgusting thing. Meaty, slimy, gooey- it's fake! I only eat it because otherwise, I'd starve and be taken to the smelly old tall things with needles and even more gross-tasting things. I'll stick with the slop, thank you very much.
And if that isn't enough, the crazy owners want me to sit in front of flashy things that make my eyesight go all berserk so other distasteful tall things I don't even know can hang my reflection of those moments on their walls. It makes me shudder just to think of it, more flashy things and strange tall things staring at me. One or two is fine, but half a million!? No. Oh, I'm sorry if my ranting has caused you a headache by now... I'm kinda stressing over my own suckish life. I might as well dig my own grave now, America, because if you're planning of nailing me to the wall, it's a good-bye to you!
I sighed and jumped off my bed, stretching when I hit the floor and hearing the 'clop... clop...' of the slop being put into a dish, I groaned and slowly padded towards the sound, stretching my aching muscles from falling asleep on the heater for half the night before making my way painfully to my bed on the windowcill of my tall things' bedroom. It overlooked the well-kept front lawn, and I wished I was allowed to go onto it instead of just sitting and staring at it. When I arrived it the kitchen, the tall thing gave me a huge, stupid-looking smile and said,
"Breakfast time! Your favorite!" Favorite my litterbox! I kept to myself, though, since no tall things ever understood me. I stalked over to the dish and was careful not to breathe the putrid smell more than I could help, and started regretfully eating it. Ew... the way that stuff slides down your throat, it makes you feel as if someone had just shoved one of those rubber balls down your throat coated with puke-flavored tall thing food and settles in your stomach just about as good as any needle or rock would. When I ate as much as I could handle, I was caught off guard. The tall thing stooped over and scooped me up, then shoved me in her bag before fastening it and slamming the door as she bustled outside. I hissed and yowled inside the bag, but of course, what tall thing understands a real threat when they hear one? I fumed angrily as I felt her drop me in the squishy thing beside her, and I got a sensation of unease in my stomach (From the food or from the noise of the rubly thingy the tall thing put me in, I'll never know) as the time stretched on ahead of me like a mouse trying to outrun and owl.
By the time the sensation stopped, I felt the motion of being flung on to be pressed uncomfortably up against the side of the bag and I was forced the other way as the bag hit her side. She started walking now on her crazy two-legs thing, but I guess all tall things do that. The click, click, click, click of her oddly shaped foot utencils rang against whatever the tall thing was walking in, and it was muffled somewhat by the bag's material. I felt yet another jolt run through my stomach as I was suddenly dropped onto a hard surface, and then the white lights blinded me as the bag was ripped open. I shut my eyes as quickly as possible but I pryed them open as the scary-looking tall thing grabbed me roughly.
"She's a beautiful beast, eh, professer?" Beast?! I suppressed a hiss as the fat tall thing standing in front of me leaned in and his glasses slid down his pudgy, yet bony nose.
"Calm, too, for being held that way." The fat one said, then he grabbed me. This time I squirmed and hised, clawing at thin air with my back legs. Finally, they set me down on something soft. I enjoyed the brightly colored surface, so I stayed where I was.
Bad choice on my part. Next thing I knew, those flashy thingys were all in my face again. I hissed again and stood up, but whatever the surface material was, it wasn't fastened to the harder surface underneath. I know this, because, whatever it was, slid backwards and I plummeted a great three feet to the floor, where I twisted to land on my feet and was surrounded by more tall things all on their two legs.
"So gorgeous!"
"Oh, absolutely fabuous!"
"I want a picture with it!" the tall things all started squealing around me, so I just stared at them and they all morped into one big mob. Who gets so excited over a cat like me?! I hadn't done anything beside putting up with this insane harassment and falling off the table. I was exchanged between so many sets of hands, I didn't even smell or taste right when I got home, and I spent over half the night removing the salty smells the tall things' oily fingers' had left on me.
I fell asleep quickly that night. I was tired from everything that had happened, and I was sick of tall things to the point where I was debating on whether going feral would be a good thing or if it would just get me killed.
The mark on the floor in front of me shown bright blue, glowing on the white-gray cement and fascinated me. The room was empty of all but me, and there was no scent but the cement and my own. I lifted my right front paw and made it hover over the mark- it was exactly the size of it. I set it down, and instantaneously, I was plunged into darkness.
Chapter 2- What the-?
I woke with a jolt and jumped up in my bed on the windowcill, nearly falling off but catching my balance. The dream was very vivid- it scares me how the sensation of falling woke me up. I must've slept in longer than usual, or my tall thingy woke up early. One look outside the open window gave me the answer; my tall thingy had awoken earlier than usual. I could tell because the sun was barely peeking over the other houses, and I heard the usual 'clop, clop' of the slop against my dish. I quickly walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen to see the commotion, and I made a horrified sound in the back of my throat. There- sitting right there, in front of me, was the gapind open doorway of the cat carrier. My owner looked up just as I scampered into the room. That cat carrier meant I was going to the smelly tall things with the needles! But I wasn't. No, I refuse! In all my dare-devilish thoughts, my owner ran into the room and grabbed for me- Just missing my tail -before I launched myself out of the window and into the chilling morning air. The wind whistled in my sensitive ears and made ever square of skin it exposed feel like it was on fire. I clawed at the air, but to no prevail, as the land began to sail faster and faster, closer and closer to me. My heart sped up but a thousand times, and it was like the feeling I had had in my dream the night before.
And then, just as fastly as it started, it stopped. I landed on the cold, bare street and regained balance and control. And just when I thought my day could get any worse, my owner burst out of the door, and a huge, roaring thing with four fastly revolving black circles underneath it came rumbling over the hill. One way, the tall thingy, the other way, my death.
Then, catching me by surprise, something ran head-long into my right side, causing a searing pain to erupt from it, as both me and whatever it was sailed over the rest of the street, tumbling together down the hill and into the woods. I stood as fast as I fell, and steadied myself enough to examine the other thing. It was another she-cat and was a light-gray color with light black stripes, a pink nose, and puzzled green eyes as if she didn't know what just happened. I sat down cautiously. The she-cat began to laugh, and I frowned. Why was it laughing!?! I felt anger flood my emotions, for no apparent reason. I rested my tail over my paws, vowing that I'd take care of the dirt streaks that had appeared on my pure white coat later. I let the she-cat carry on for some time, just sitting there, just laughing. then I narrowed my eyes.
"What's so funny?" I asked. The anger hadn't gone away. This cat must've had mental problems, since it clearly didn't see I was in a shocked, mad, and confused situation. I just gave me a goofy grin.
"You are! You're plain, soft one. Plain as the sky on a really really hot summer day!" It meowed and I frowned. Was she insulting my coat? If she was, she was in for it. I gave her a slit-eyed glare, which wiped the smile off of her face, and all to my satisfaction. The she-cat did the same as I did, only she threw her chin in the air.
"That isn't very nice." I said quietly and she looked at me guiltily, she could tell she had hurt my feelings, and, obviously, my acting skills were very prominent from having to be all nice and calm for the flashy thing dudes.
"What's your name?" The gray she-cat said at last, seemingly mustering up a little bit of confidence to ask me a question. I stared at her for half a minute, before giving her a slow, reluctant answer.
"You are mean to me, then you ask my name. But this time, you were nice, so I have decided you can know my name if that's what you really want." I said. I enjoyed the annoyed look she gave me, because it finally felt like someone understood everything I was saying, and its purpose. "My name is Moonlight, not that it'd matter anything to you, though." I said, and she still stayed silent. I wondered about her sanity now. "What is yours?" I decided to ask lamely after a few seconds' wait.
"You were very reluctant to give me your name, as if I'd care anything about it, anyways." She said, trying to mock my attitude. "And so you gave me your name. Now I will give you mine, since you asked. I am Alina." She answered me and I had to keep from snorting at her. Alina. What a name.... it didn't sound all that common to me.
"Well, Alina, I'm sure you have your own attitude. So please, quit mocking mine, and carry on as a normal cat." I said and Alina tilted ehr head to the side.
"I'm sorry, was I doing that?" She asked sarcastically. "You tried to annoy me, so I tried to annoy you. And it worked. This is my own personality, Moonlight." She said and bobbed her head in an excited little nod. I looked cautiously at her, which made her blink and look away from me.
"Whatever. Where'd you come from? Why are you here? Why did you save me? Why did you try to annoy me? Why am I asking you so many questions?-"
"O my gosh! Really! I think you need to shut up a little more often." Alina said and we both laughed, although the line wasn't funny at all. She seemed to get me, and I wanted to get her. If only I knew a little bit more about her, so I could consider her my first friend ever.
"I came from Alimera-"
"Where's that?" I blurted out and she gave me an exasperated look. I gave her an apologetic one back and looked down, waiting for her to continue.
"I'll show you, but don't interupt. I came from Alimera, I'm here on a mission, I saved you because of that mission, and I tried to annoy you because you annoyed me." She said, answering all my questions in one sentence. I nodded, then I felt a curious pull in my mind.
"Is the mission secret?" I asked eagerly.
"Yes, it is very secret, and you can't hear it, either. Wanna come with me to Alimera? The mission is over and we have to get there before the guards say its too suspicious of a time to come in!" She meowed. I got a little puzzled when she jumped into a tree, but I just followed, and we jumped from branch to branch and tree to tree. After a while, we ended when the only way across to the other trees was to jump down and run. My paws ached a lot, and I felt exhausted despite the early hour. Alina pushed me down and I landed in horror, while she landed beside me and laughed.
"Hey!" I said breathlessly, winded.
"I wanted to see your reaction," She meowed and laughed, but stopped instantly when a pained yowl broke over the trees. I instantly guessed what was happening.
"Oh no," I whispered. Alina's face turned into pure fear.
"Oh no," She croaked and we took off together into the other woods.
THe third chapter's important, but A sudden Writers block has washed over me and if I write anything it won't be s good as it should be!))