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Hullo!
I’m pretty new to this wiki, so I don’t really know how everything works, and this is going to be pretty messy. But you know what? I’m going to give it a shot. I’ll attempt to do at least one chapter a day. Before I begin the story and all I just want to thank I Am Awesome999999(le link thing won’t work ;-;)for being so awesome. I didn’t expect a welcome when I came, or even to talk to anyone at all. Thanks a lot. (Hugs)
I probably won’t be on here often...I have no idea. But I’ll try to pop in like...every day...because that’s just how my life is. Writing stories about angry cats who yell at stars and throw tantrums over five feet of territory. I also ride horses. Okay, this got off track very fast...I really do hope you enjoy the story. May God bless you!
Note : I really suck at plots ;-; Outside of this wiki, I like to write Warriors fanfics with a friend. They usually come up with plots and I write it. Like a writing team! Anyways...this will probably turn out really bad 😅
Blurb[]
Louie is definitely no ordinary kittypet. Obsessed with pancakes and socks, this cat is quite the chatterbox. And when he and a few friends find out about the Clans and decide to make an ‘Adventure Club’ . . . things get kind of crazy!
DISCLAIMER : Slow updates...I guess I don’t have much enthusiasm in this project. Sorry!
Chapter One[]
“Oooh, aaah, oooh, aaah.”
This is what the small ginger tom meowed over and over again as snowflakes drifted from the sky, landing silently on everything below. He was sprawled out in his garden, face planted into the freezing ground, and still somehow speaking with his muzzle buried in the snow. His collar was barely visible between his head and scruff due to the extreme fluffiness of his blazing pelt.
“Louie! What in the world are you doing?!”
The ginger tom lifted his head, his face dotted with specks of the cold substance. Perched on the top of the fence that lined his garden was a fluffy, pure white tom with rather short legs and yellow eyes. His pupils were huge as he stared curiously down at the cat laying awkwardly in the snow.
“Hey, Marshmallow!” The ginger tom bunches up his forelegs and heaved himself up, and shook out his pelt. Thick clumps of snow fell off his pelt and broke into itty-bits as they collapsed onto the ground.
Marshmallow’s whiskers twitched. “You didn’t answer my question, Louie.”
Louie stretched, his tail quivering slightly with the effort. “I’m enjoying the snow! What does it look like I was doing?”
“It looked like you fainted.”
“Oh, jeez!” Louie snorted, and plodded through the increasing amount of snow, only halting when he was at the foot of the fence that his friend stood on. He crouched down, wiggling his haunches, and sprang upward, landing neatly on top beside Marshmallow. He shot the white tomcat a smug look. “Ha! Last time, you fell off!”
Marshmallow‘s pupils returned to slits, and his jaws stretched into a yawn, revealing sharp, white teeth. “I didn’t this time! Now, tell me, how’s Luna doing?”
Luna was Louie’s sister. Not biologically, no, they just lived in the same home with the same housefolk. She was currently expecting kits; the kits of their neighbor Ozzie. The three had each been sitting on their fences and happened to spot each other. So, they began chatting. Luna and Ozzie became really close, and were best friends for about a year. Recently Luna and Louie’s housefolk has taken Luna to the vet, and when they returned she revealed she was going to have Ozzie’s kittens. Everyone had been delighted, and Louie has told everyone he knew, starting with his best friend, Marshmallow.
“She’s doing great!” Louie purred, and lifted his hind leg to scratch the back of his ear. “They’ll come any day now! What a catermelon she is!” He squeaked as, while itching, he lost his balance and leaned towards one end of the fence, nearly toppling off but sinking his claws into the wood just in time to stay put. His fur fluffed out with surprise.
“Dang it! I wish you fell off!” Marshmallow nudged him. “That would have been awesome.”
”Don’t make me fall on purpose,” Louie turned his head and pricked his ears as a sweet smell drifted over to the two tomcats. “Do you smell . . . ?”
”Pancakes,” Marshmallow breathed. He swiped his tongue around his jaws. “Great, it’s coming from your house. Looks like I won’t be getting any . . .”
”Maybe another day!” Louie released his grip on the fence and leaped, landing neatly in his garden on four paws. They burned slightly as he did so, but it instantly ebbed away due to the snow. “I’ll catch you later, Marshmallow.”
”And when you do, there’s something I want to tell you about!” Marshmallow yelled.
Louie twitched his ears in acknowledgement and padded across the garden, and pushing through the flap that his housefolk made so that he could enter and exit the Twoleg nest whenever he liked with ease. Inside, the air transformed from the freezing winter breath to the warm of his familiar home. He purred softly to himself and scanned the interior. Nearby the carpet gave way into a sleek, hard tile floor, showing where the kitchen stood. In the kitchen, one of Louie’s two housefolk stood beside a ledge. Sitting on that ledge, on top of a wiry, black circle was a flat black rock with the edges curled up slightly, and a semi-long stick poking out of one side. Inside the middle of the rock was a delicious, sizzling pancake.
”Zoo-wee-mama!” Louie exclaimed, padding over to the Twoleg and weaving around their leg. The Twoleg reached down and scratched his scruff a bit before returning to the amazing dish. The smell wafted into Louie’s nostrils, and he purred dreamily. “My precious,” he whispered.