Username: Chromahound
Cats name's: Miffy and Clara
Cat's Genders: both queen cats (female)
Backstory: (This is written through Clara's eyes)
I always loved travelling. I travelled around the world when I was a tiny kitten. I had a brother, and he was my best friend. We always travelled together. But he vanished.
His name was Blu. He had lovely slate grey fur, and a long fluffy tail I used to toy with. He was very gentle, but curious. You ever heard of 'curiosity killed the cat'?
One day when we floated over from Denmark to France (we mainly stayed in Europe), we decided to stop in Paris. The smells when we drifted over a restaurant! It was great. Me, my mother and father, Blu, my two orphaned cousins and me all flew in a big hot air balloon, and the people below us were very curious about us.
We stopped by that restaurant to scavenge. Travelling make you hungry, you know. The head chef came out to see what all the commotion outside his restaurant was about, and went back in to get some food for us. Little did we know at the time, he loved cats, and grew up with them.
After we ate, we decided to tour the city. Pointing out landmarks as we glided along, we had good fun. But we skimmed over a strange field. It didn't smell right. It smelt metallic and smoky and it smelt of hounds. Hunting hounds...
Barks and shouts mingled with the rapid gunshots that made my fur stand on end. We tried to turn around, but we were afraid of popping our balloon. Then the men lifted their guns up. They were having a competition to see who could shoot us down.
A bullet whizzed past my ear and sunk into the balloon. It ripped, and air gushed out of the balloon. We were swept away and the balloon got caught in a branch. We fell out with a bump. That was when Blu saw something in the distance.
A dark shape at the edge of the forest. It was a hunting hound. But Blu didn't know. Neither did I, at the time. Blu trotted towards the silhouette while my father did a head count. My mother mewed at him and told him to come back, but he either ignored her, or couldn't hear her.
It was too late. Another silhouette emerged, this time a human one. My mother yowled desperately. The human raised his gun to curious little Blu. The gun fired and he collapsed...
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A year later...
I never reached out to anyone. I never made friends. I kept to myself and hardly said a word. But that changed.
I was floating to the library (us balloon kitties are very smart). I went inside and drifted around. I had my own balloon. I never wanted to see our big hot air balloon again. A cat came up to me. I had seen her here before, she was a regular like me.
"Um, hi, I couldn't help noticing, uh, you come here a lot, don't you?" She asked in a soft, sweet voice. I just nodded solemnly. She smiled. "I was reading a book the other day. You like books set in foreign countries?" She asked. I nodded again and she giggled. "You don't talk much, do you?" She handed me the book and said bye.
The book was great! I really enjoyed it. I didn't want to have to talk to her, but I had to give the book back. She was very pleased to see me.
"Hey!" She exclaimed with a grin. "Did you like it?"
"Y-yeah," I replied. She held out her paw.
"My name's Miffy," she said. I tentatively shook her paw.
"M-my name's C-Clara."
We began swapping books with each other a week later. She found the most unusual books. I really enjoyed them. How did she know me so well? Turned out she likes crime books, and I found loads of them in the library. She seemed to enjoy them too. We swiftly became friends. Bookworm friends.
She kept saying she recognised my name. One day we decided to tell each other about our past. She told me hers. She was a fishmonger's balloon kitty and was adored by all the little children who came to the shop. But one day her string was snapped in a storm, and she got blown away.
I told her about Blu. She understood then, why I was so closed. She helped me rise out of my depression. She and her books kept me sane. We became closer, and we wished we could travel the world together.
One day, when I was clearing out my house, I found a scruffy looking thing, with a basket attached. It was our old travelling balloon. Tears filled my eyes as I saw the clear gunshot rip which ended Blu's life. But suddenly my face lit up. I had an idea!
I arrived at Miffy's house, awkwardly carrying the broken hot air balloon. The engine was a little rusty, but nothing that couldn't be fixed. She opened the door, beaming.
"Hey! Ooh, whatcha got there?"
Hours of sweaty effort and a bit of oil and thread, and we were finished! The old family hot air balloon was fixed, and all thanks to Miffy. We sat back on our balloons and admired our work. Miffy glanced at me. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" She said with a wink. I grinned and nodded.
So here we are, best friends, touring the world in our glorious hot air balloon. We love this life, its much better than our old ones. Miffy is writing her own crime novels, based in the places we visit. And me? I'm happy just sitting back and watching the world go by.
Anything else: sorry for my story's length, I get carried away lol, this pair are adorable.
Cats name's: Miffy and Clara
Cat's Genders: both queen cats (female)
Backstory: (This is written through Clara's eyes)
I always loved travelling. I travelled around the world when I was a tiny kitten. I had a brother, and he was my best friend. We always travelled together. But he vanished.
His name was Blu. He had lovely slate grey fur, and a long fluffy tail I used to toy with. He was very gentle, but curious. You ever heard of 'curiosity killed the cat'?
One day when we floated over from Denmark to France (we mainly stayed in Europe), we decided to stop in Paris. The smells when we drifted over a restaurant! It was great. Me, my mother and father, Blu, my two orphaned cousins and me all flew in a big hot air balloon, and the people below us were very curious about us.
We stopped by that restaurant to scavenge. Travelling make you hungry, you know. The head chef came out to see what all the commotion outside his restaurant was about, and went back in to get some food for us. Little did we know at the time, he loved cats, and grew up with them.
After we ate, we decided to tour the city. Pointing out landmarks as we glided along, we had good fun. But we skimmed over a strange field. It didn't smell right. It smelt metallic and smoky and it smelt of hounds. Hunting hounds...
Barks and shouts mingled with the rapid gunshots that made my fur stand on end. We tried to turn around, but we were afraid of popping our balloon. Then the men lifted their guns up. They were having a competition to see who could shoot us down.
A bullet whizzed past my ear and sunk into the balloon. It ripped, and air gushed out of the balloon. We were swept away and the balloon got caught in a branch. We fell out with a bump. That was when Blu saw something in the distance.
A dark shape at the edge of the forest. It was a hunting hound. But Blu didn't know. Neither did I, at the time. Blu trotted towards the silhouette while my father did a head count. My mother mewed at him and told him to come back, but he either ignored her, or couldn't hear her.
It was too late. Another silhouette emerged, this time a human one. My mother yowled desperately. The human raised his gun to curious little Blu. The gun fired and he collapsed...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A year later...
I never reached out to anyone. I never made friends. I kept to myself and hardly said a word. But that changed.
I was floating to the library (us balloon kitties are very smart). I went inside and drifted around. I had my own balloon. I never wanted to see our big hot air balloon again. A cat came up to me. I had seen her here before, she was a regular like me.
"Um, hi, I couldn't help noticing, uh, you come here a lot, don't you?" She asked in a soft, sweet voice. I just nodded solemnly. She smiled. "I was reading a book the other day. You like books set in foreign countries?" She asked. I nodded again and she giggled. "You don't talk much, do you?" She handed me the book and said bye.
The book was great! I really enjoyed it. I didn't want to have to talk to her, but I had to give the book back. She was very pleased to see me.
"Hey!" She exclaimed with a grin. "Did you like it?"
"Y-yeah," I replied. She held out her paw.
"My name's Miffy," she said. I tentatively shook her paw.
"M-my name's C-Clara."
We began swapping books with each other a week later. She found the most unusual books. I really enjoyed them. How did she know me so well? Turned out she likes crime books, and I found loads of them in the library. She seemed to enjoy them too. We swiftly became friends. Bookworm friends.
She kept saying she recognised my name. One day we decided to tell each other about our past. She told me hers. She was a fishmonger's balloon kitty and was adored by all the little children who came to the shop. But one day her string was snapped in a storm, and she got blown away.
I told her about Blu. She understood then, why I was so closed. She helped me rise out of my depression. She and her books kept me sane. We became closer, and we wished we could travel the world together.
One day, when I was clearing out my house, I found a scruffy looking thing, with a basket attached. It was our old travelling balloon. Tears filled my eyes as I saw the clear gunshot rip which ended Blu's life. But suddenly my face lit up. I had an idea!
I arrived at Miffy's house, awkwardly carrying the broken hot air balloon. The engine was a little rusty, but nothing that couldn't be fixed. She opened the door, beaming.
"Hey! Ooh, whatcha got there?"
Hours of sweaty effort and a bit of oil and thread, and we were finished! The old family hot air balloon was fixed, and all thanks to Miffy. We sat back on our balloons and admired our work. Miffy glanced at me. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" She said with a wink. I grinned and nodded.
So here we are, best friends, touring the world in our glorious hot air balloon. We love this life, its much better than our old ones. Miffy is writing her own crime novels, based in the places we visit. And me? I'm happy just sitting back and watching the world go by.
Anything else: sorry for my story's length, I get carried away lol, this pair are adorable.
