Next- https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/810086891 Previous- https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/786382453 First- https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/786382453 Chapter 1- “Noodlekitchen, do you pledge to uphold the FoodCode?” Pestoyum’s voice rang out in the clearing. Noodlekitchen's heart beat faster and faster. “I-I do,” Noodlekitchen managed to breath out. “Then by the power of YumClan, your name will now be Noodlepasta. Pepperonipizza, you are a fine and well experienced warrior, you shall mentor her.” “Noodlepasta! Noodlepasta! Noodlepasta! The clan cheered. Basilpasta, the other new pasta, came over with her mentor, Oliveoil. “Congrats, Noodlepasta!” she said. “You too, Basilpasta,” she replied. “What’s Oliveoil going to teach you first?” “We’re going to go hunting in the Ravioli Grasses. Wanna come?” Noodlepasta looked at her mentor. Pepperonipizza nodded. “I think it would be good for you both to hunt together. “I see your kichenhood friendship with Basilpasta is still strong.” Noodlepasta gave her golden chest a couple of embarrassed licks. “Off we go!” Basilpaw announced. “Imma catch way more than you, you mushroom-face!” “Like you could catch any pepperoni on your first day being a pasta!” Noodlepasta chased after her. “And also, you’re the mushroom-face.” Basilpasta let out an over exaggerated gasp. “Oh, no! I care so much about being a mushroom-face,” she mewed sarcastically. “And I totally can catch a pepperoni! Maybe I’ll even catch an olive, or some oregano.” “Ha! I bet you couldn't even catch basil if you stepped on it and squashed it!” “I so could! Here, how about a challenge: whoever catches bacon first wins.” Noodlepasta gasped, for real this time. “But- but some warriors haven’t caught bacon yet,” she meowed. “How are we supposed to do it?” “Are you scared?” Basilpasta countered. “What? No! Why would I be scared of bacon?” Noodlepasta asked. “If you’re not scared of bacon then you’ll try to catch some.” Basilpasta’s mew was challenging. “Alright,” Noodlepasta agreed. “I accept your challenge. Get ready to lose, Basilpasta!” “Nobody will be winning or losing.” Oliveoil said. Pepperonipizza stood beside him and nodded. “Why, you ‘pastas haven't even learned to stalk!” Noodlepasta looked at her paws. As much as she hated to admit it, Pepperonipizza was right. Basilpasta on the other paw, looked defiant. “So we can’t even try? You’re such a moldy broccoli-heart!” Oliveoil gasped. “Don’t cuss, Basilpasta!” “Basilpasta, apologize right now!” Pepperonipizza demanded. Basilpasta’s fur bristled. “Fine! I’m so sorry.” Basilpasta said sarcastically. Pepperonipizza sighed. “Come along now, Noodlepasta,” He said. “Let’s see if we can catch any pepperoni elsewhere. With all the noise you and Basilpasta made, you’ll be lucky to catch any pepperoni at all.” Noodlepasta was ashamed, and followed her mentor. Pepperonipizza led Noodlepasta through the Ravioli Grasses and up to the base of the Spaghetti Hill. “Let’s try hunting here,” he said. “There’s bound to be some pepperoni in these healthy spaghetti stalks. Sure enough, Noodlepasta spotted a plump pepperoni just a couple noodle- lengths away. “There!” Noodlepasta whispered. “Good.” Pepperonipizza nodded. “Now, crouch low to the ground with your hind legs ready to pounce. You’ll naturally want to wag your tail, but try your best to keep it straight.” Noodlepasta nodded and did what he said. “Now start stalking.” She moved forward slowly, and when she was a pizza length from the pepperoni, she pounced. Happiness filled her eyes as she meowed, “I caught it! Did you see that, Pepperonipizza?” Pepperonipizza smiled. “Good job!” Her first piece of prey! She couldn’t wait to show Basilpasta. Just then, Basilpasta came out of the bushes. “Did you get the pepperoni?” She asked. Noodlepasta was practically jumping up and down with excitement. “I caught it! I caught it! I won!” Basilpasta looked skeptical. “Um, no. The bet was who could catch bacon. That, clearly, is not bacon.” Noodlepasta rolled her eyes. “Don’t you get it, Basilpasta? I caught something and you didn’t. I won.” Basilpasta sighed. “Alright, Noodlepasta, you won. Let’s take this prey back to camp,” Oliveoil said. Noodlepasta picked up her pepperoni, but as she sank her teeth into it she noticed something was wrong. It was a plump pepperoni, but it was very light. She shrugged it off. Prey was probably always this light. She brought it back to camp. “Hey, Basilpasta, want to share this?” Basilpasta had a weird smile on her face. “Sure.” Right before she took a bite, Noodlepasta noticed something. “Wait! Don’t eat that! Look, it’s… it’s moldy.”
The comic will be out after the Prolouge comic is finished. Collab with @ROSIEPOM934 (we’re not the same person) Noodlepasta’s Quest chatroom: https://scratch.mit.edu/studios/32678843
