omg this cat is baby
username: BiscuitTheDog
cat name: Saddle
link to thread: gnhghprompt: (it turned out less fairy tale-esque than i wanted, hope you enjoy it anyways!)
Saddle's tale begins on a barn. A pretty, picturesque barn. Inside the barn, a dark brown molly lays atop a pile of shoddy hay, viciously kneading her paws into the pile below her. A white tom is curled around the female, a smooth, relaxed purr emanating from him. At the molly's belly lay two small, sleek kittens. A pale brown molly and a brown tom. the two kittens mewl and suckle at their mother's stomach.
The white tom rests his head on the molly's back, peering down at the two helpless kittens with warm amber eyes. The molly has started purring herself, and is still kneading into the hay, to help in lessening the stress and struggle from giving birth. The molly's gold, almond-shaped eyes open a squint, gazing down at her little-ones before they close again, and her purring gets louder.
Around the curled-up family of cats, two pale-skinned humans each wearing dark blue jeans suspenders fawn over the couple and their litter. The male human, who wears a straw hat and a red plaid shirt under his suspenders, talks with the female human, who wears a gray shirt under her suspenders and has long blond hair and kind blue eyes.
"I told ya we shoulda fixed Cloud while we could. Darned cat ran off and had wee kittens with this molly." The male human grumbles. Although he seems grumpy about the predicament, his brown eyes still look kindly down at the family.
The female tucks stray strands of her hair away, smiling. "Aw c'mon, Maddox, sure he ran off, but look: he has a family to take care of now."
"Let's see how happy he is when his kids grow up and use all of his parent's life saving's on college tuition."
"Cats don't have money, Maddox. And that's not what our kids did."
The male sighs. "Alright, Hope, we'll keep em. Whaddya suppose we name the molly?"
Hope's smile grows wider. "I think we'll call her Cocoa, after my first horse. They're so similar, I can't help but have a feeling that... Oh, nevermind. Let's take Cloud and his sweet family inside 'fore it starts raining. It gets drafty in here and I sense a storm comin."
The two humans manage to coax the cats into a plastic bin with low sides. They sprint into the house, each holding two corners of the bin, right as it starts to sprinkle.
As they close the door, thunder crackles, and lightning, seemingly magical, strikes one of the eight border collie dogs sleeping just outside of the barn. The dog shifts in its sleep but doesn't wake up or howl in pain as cyan sparks scatter off of its body.
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About a month or so later, the two kittens have started to stand. The humans still haven't thought of names for the kittens, perhaps waiting for more of their personality to shine.
The kittens, however, already have a bunch of personality in their parent's eyes.
"Come back here, Tom!" The molly kitten purrs as she scampers after her brother. The sire and dam of the littermates follow in the human's steps, waiting until they really shine until they get their names. For now, the parents call them "Tom" and "Molly" respectively.
Tom dances away from his sister, giggling as he clambers up a scratching pole in the house originally only meant for Cloud.
Molly follows Tom, and gasps when she clambers up beside him.
Tom stares out the large window at green, rolling meadows. A flock of sheep with some horses scattered here and there can be seen, as well as the barn the two kittens were birthed in.
Tom smiles at Molly, and then asks his mother, "Can we go out there!?"
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Tom and Molly didn't actually go for another month. But when they did, it was an
amazing experience.
Lots of ups and downs that day, but one very important thing happened.
Tom got lost.
"Tom!?" Molly yowled, searching for her brother.
"Tom!! Tom, come out!" Cocoa and Cloud yelled. Even the humans searched for the brown tom.
When Maddox found tom, he was asleep on top of a neat stack of horse saddles.
"Well, I'll be darned!" Hope exclaimed as she entered the supply shed.
"Truly amazing. He must've climbed up the leather." Maddox said, running a hand through his graying hair.
From then on, Tom's new name was Saddle.
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Now, I haven't forgotten about that border collie. The one that got struck by lightning. That collie plays a big part in this next stage of the cat's lives.
Saddle and Molly have now been alive for 5 months. They are a bit smaller than Cocoa and Cloudy, but still big. Molly still hasn't gotten a proper name.
Saddle careens through the flock of sheep's legs, avoiding getting stepped on. All eight of the collie dogs are creeping around the sheep, herding them into a new pen that has just recently been finished being set up.
The lightning-possessed dog blends in with the others, but it has a malicious glint in its eyes.
Everything is going fine. The dogs follow Maddox and Hope's signals as they veer the herd closer to the pen.
Suddenly, a loud "BAAA!" is heard. Panic ensues. A sheep has been bit, by none other than the lightning possessed collie.
Saddle, weaving through the sheep's stomping hooves, gets ready to tackle the dog, but Molly does it first.
The dog releases the sheep and plunges its jaws into Molly. Saddle caterwauls as he barrels into the collie and gives it a bite to the neck that it would never forget.
The collie is caught a moment after. The sheep are left alone, and Molly is taken to emergency care, where she passes away.
Molly was named Memory, in her own honor.
Nobody knows what happened to the dog, but one thing is known: it escaped from the people who caught it.
[991 tiring words]
