I'm telling you peeps, this was random, but please enjoy, because i might want to get this published someday. Previous: First One Next: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/408130832/ Thanks to @Eeveepokemonmaster for the lineart for this This is a new book I'm writing, featuring: My family as cats. Pale Orange: My Mom, or Green Apple. Light-ish Brown with dark brownish bits that look like a beard: My Dad, Furry Redish with pink leaf in ear-fur: Older sibling, Light Doom The gray with pricing green eyes: Younger Sibling: Storm. Creamish-Peachish: Me, Leaf
Prologue: I quickly stalked a nearby mouse, getting ready to pounce. I heard a rustle in the bushes, and the mouse looked up, spotting my Cream pelt. It raced off, faster than the blink of an eye. "Storm!" I complained. "You scared away my catch!" Storm padded out of the underbrush, where she had been hiding. "Sorry Leaf..." She mumbled. I went on. "I said you could watch! Not sabotage!" I stalked away, growling, back to our camp. Storm wasn't far behind me. We padded into camp in silence, me still mad at Storm, while Storm was just staring off into the distance, thinking about who knows what. Furry was sitting in the clearing, eating a fish that he must have caught. "Lucky! You actually caught something!" I called to my dad. He looked up and smiled, his chin fur twitching, probably with amusement. "Who scared off your prey this time?" He asked. He asked that every single time I came back from a hunt empty-pawed. Usually, it was just my lack of hunting skill... But this time, I had someone to blame. "Storm, actually. She rustled the bushes, making the mouse look up at me, and run away!" My younger sister's gray pelt bristled, and then she sighed, her piercing green eyes following the trail of her paws. _-Hah!-_ I thought "Well, I did, but not on purpose!" She said. Just then, my older sister, Light padded out of her den. "How was the hunt?" She asked. I was distracted by the fern fronds at the entrance of her den swaying as she pushed out of the alcove she called hers, then I went back to her. But before I could give her a scathing response, my mom entered camp, with soaking-wet moss in her mouth. "Light Doom, will you help me with the moss?" Green Apple called. Light rolled her eyes, before padding over, and starting to help. We had a joke in our family, Light was a red color and almost the color of blood, my mom had wanted t name her oldest child Light from the start, but the color of her pelt had set her off, so our parents decided, why not Light Doom? My mom was the only one who called her her whole name. Storm padded off to her den, the smallest one in camp. I knew she was going in for a mid-day nap, and I padded towards my own den, but before I got there, my dad called out to me. "Leaf! We are moving camps tomorrow!" I winced. I never liked moving camps. It took us long enough to settle here! The kittypets just learn to tolerate us, and I wasn't ready to move. "Why?" I complained. "Because we are in danger." He responded. I turned away, not wanting to hear any more, and padded into my den, into my nest, and curled up, falling asleep in a matter of seconds.
