Apollo and ...
I need a greek Goddess' name that's like me. I thought Artemis who fits basically perfect except that Artemis and Apollo and twins in Greek mythology so I don't know if that would work.
Anyway, this is the story. I'll write her as Artemis for now. Her brother is Ares and her best friend is Demeter. Then there's also Poseidon and Zeus.
I lay down in the grass, as I had done so many mornings before. Or was it morning? None of us could really tell anymore since the sky was always gloomy. Then again, none of us really cared. We woke up when They told us to, ate when They told us to, worked when They told us to then when back to sleep when They told us to. So that They could define us from other rouge cats they equipped us with painful collars. We called them Shockers for two reasons; one, it gave you a terrible fright when the strange pain attacked you and two, we heard They call them Shock-Collars so we decided to shorten it.
There's a boundary line They created and if we step over it the Shockers will send us right back with the fright and pain. I know you will be wondering why they keep us here. So do I. So do we all. There's 6 of us. I am Artemis, my brother is Ares, my best friend's Demter and my male friend is Apollo. Then there's Poseidon, he stays away from me know. We used to be such great friends.
Lastly there's big old Zeus. Zeus knew my father. And my mother but he says I'm most like my father. Zeus always tells me that my father always hated Them. And that I used to live near this awful place until I was kidnapped and my mother...
The big old, greyish-blue tom dropped down beside me, his battle-scarred face staring off into the distance in a much-too dramatic way.
"You are much like your father," he muttered for the hundredth time today. "You know that?"
I stayed silent. It was the only polite thing to do.
"Everytime I see you and your brother I see your father and your mother. You both have traits of your parents," Zeus growled. "You're parents live in you both, and even though you cannot see them they're spirit lives on in you."
And with that he heaved himself up and padded out of my line of vision and was replaced with the red tom, Apollo.
He leaned back onto his hind legs and reached upwards, watching the darkness that lay before them.
"We've got to get out," he whimpered.
"There's no way to get out," I growled.
"Yes there is," Apollo snapped. "There's always a way. This is not where we should be."
I let out a hiss and leaped to my paws, my fur bristling violently.
"We all know that and I don't need your reminding me every second of the day!" I snarled.
Apollo stayed strangly calm and nodded apologetically.
"I'm sorry," he meowed.
I nodded. "Good."



