Post by User33 on Oct 7, 2023 14:20:53 GMT -5
Thunderclan = Electric Current Soundwave Clan | Leader: Protonstar
Riverclan = Flowing Watercourse Clan | Leader: Flowstar
Shadowclan = Cantseemeclan | Leader: Bludstar
Windclan = Zoomingclan | Leader: Caffeinestar
“Hand over the goods!” Yowled Flowstar while advancing menacingly toward the battered Electric Current Soundwave patrol. “Hand? Cats don’t have hands you dumb feline!” The retort made Flowstar growl. “Whatever you Electric Current Soundwave know-it-all cat! Give up the goods!”
“Never!” growled the cats back in response. Fools! Thought Flowstar, didn’t the already beaten enemy patrol know they would be slaughtered if they refused? Do they not fear death? Unease made Flowstar’s pelt bristle but only for a moment. “Very well.” Meowed Flowstar. “Prepare to be subjected to excruciatingly painful and long-drawn-out death torture cat tactics honed to perfection by generations before thy!” The Electric Current Soundwave cats exchanged a glace of fear which boosted Flowstar’s ego tenfold. He turned around and motioned the amassed cats behind him to get ready to attack. Flowstar raised his head to give the order but suddenly another patrol of cats jumped out of the plastic bushes and clawed Flowstar and his battle patrol. Death would be among them.
--------------------------A couple of weeks earlier.---------------------------------
Le French pain au chocolat! Oxidized Cat number 1213 exclaimed in thought. His stomach growled at such a potentially life-threatening food but who could resist such a tasty meal? It was French! Oxidized Cat number 1213 focused his eyes on the still target. There was no way he could miss such an easy catch. He readied his haunches and paused before powering his lower legs and was just a claw length away from his prey when- BRZZZT the sound of an alarm pulled Oxidized Cat number 1213 from his lucid dream.
Grumbling at the bumbling and clumsy Twoleg slowly getting out of bed for ruining his wonderful dream Oxidized Cat number 1213 flexed his claws. He would overthrow his oppressive tyrant's reign of terror one day thanks to the aid of a book he had read recently written by some cat named Clawhammer or something like that. But until then he would have to wait on the inevitable death of his owners, Oxidized Cat number 1213 yawned and stretched.
Thinking about death and overthrowing oppressive regimes made him hungry. He washed his paws wishing his dream was real before promptly turning to the door in the back near the kitchen which led to freedom and free Alkaline bottles. Freedom! Thought Oxidized Cat number 1213 as he began to trot towards it.
But his path was suddenly obstructed! Curses! It's my oppressive tyrant’s kit! Oxidized Cat number 1213 watched in dismay as the Twoleg kit closed the door and turned toward the cat. It said something which Oxidized Cat number 1213 assumed was English. Apparition idiote du diable! I'm French! “Out of the way Twoleg!” Yowled Oxidized Cat number 1213. The Twoleg kit screamed in anguish as the claws of an embodiment of Oxidation itself pierced his skin and went deep where he could feel his bones being scratched. It screamed again before opening the door and running outside, throwing off Oxidized Cat number 1213. He felt his whiskers twitch in amusement.
The Twoleg kit clearly had no idea what the concept of pain itself was. Oxidized Cat number 1213 raised his head in triumph and let out a yowl of victory. He had won!
Oxidized Cat number 1213 was about to gloat to his nonexistent friends but suddenly a leg appeared and kicked him in the underbelly.
Yowling indignantly at his new foe he saw it was the adult Twoleg and quickly scrambled out of the house.
I write for fun - User33
Riverclan = Flowing Watercourse Clan | Leader: Flowstar
Shadowclan = Cantseemeclan | Leader: Bludstar
Windclan = Zoomingclan | Leader: Caffeinestar
“Hand over the goods!” Yowled Flowstar while advancing menacingly toward the battered Electric Current Soundwave patrol. “Hand? Cats don’t have hands you dumb feline!” The retort made Flowstar growl. “Whatever you Electric Current Soundwave know-it-all cat! Give up the goods!”
“Never!” growled the cats back in response. Fools! Thought Flowstar, didn’t the already beaten enemy patrol know they would be slaughtered if they refused? Do they not fear death? Unease made Flowstar’s pelt bristle but only for a moment. “Very well.” Meowed Flowstar. “Prepare to be subjected to excruciatingly painful and long-drawn-out death torture cat tactics honed to perfection by generations before thy!” The Electric Current Soundwave cats exchanged a glace of fear which boosted Flowstar’s ego tenfold. He turned around and motioned the amassed cats behind him to get ready to attack. Flowstar raised his head to give the order but suddenly another patrol of cats jumped out of the plastic bushes and clawed Flowstar and his battle patrol. Death would be among them.
--------------------------A couple of weeks earlier.---------------------------------
Le French pain au chocolat! Oxidized Cat number 1213 exclaimed in thought. His stomach growled at such a potentially life-threatening food but who could resist such a tasty meal? It was French! Oxidized Cat number 1213 focused his eyes on the still target. There was no way he could miss such an easy catch. He readied his haunches and paused before powering his lower legs and was just a claw length away from his prey when- BRZZZT the sound of an alarm pulled Oxidized Cat number 1213 from his lucid dream.
Grumbling at the bumbling and clumsy Twoleg slowly getting out of bed for ruining his wonderful dream Oxidized Cat number 1213 flexed his claws. He would overthrow his oppressive tyrant's reign of terror one day thanks to the aid of a book he had read recently written by some cat named Clawhammer or something like that. But until then he would have to wait on the inevitable death of his owners, Oxidized Cat number 1213 yawned and stretched.
Thinking about death and overthrowing oppressive regimes made him hungry. He washed his paws wishing his dream was real before promptly turning to the door in the back near the kitchen which led to freedom and free Alkaline bottles. Freedom! Thought Oxidized Cat number 1213 as he began to trot towards it.
But his path was suddenly obstructed! Curses! It's my oppressive tyrant’s kit! Oxidized Cat number 1213 watched in dismay as the Twoleg kit closed the door and turned toward the cat. It said something which Oxidized Cat number 1213 assumed was English. Apparition idiote du diable! I'm French! “Out of the way Twoleg!” Yowled Oxidized Cat number 1213. The Twoleg kit screamed in anguish as the claws of an embodiment of Oxidation itself pierced his skin and went deep where he could feel his bones being scratched. It screamed again before opening the door and running outside, throwing off Oxidized Cat number 1213. He felt his whiskers twitch in amusement.
The Twoleg kit clearly had no idea what the concept of pain itself was. Oxidized Cat number 1213 raised his head in triumph and let out a yowl of victory. He had won!
Oxidized Cat number 1213 was about to gloat to his nonexistent friends but suddenly a leg appeared and kicked him in the underbelly.
Yowling indignantly at his new foe he saw it was the adult Twoleg and quickly scrambled out of the house.
I write for fun - User33