New Story: Mouser Mouser, was not a mouser, she never had any reason to be, until now. Ever since ‘Miss’ had her accident, which, Mouser hadn’t meant to cause, it wasn’t her fault, she fell down the stairs, tripping over Mouser, giving the young cat a hard kick as she toppled over. Miss broke something, and Mouser broke her paw and now walked with a limp. Since they took Miss away, Avery’s folks had only come by once, filling her bowl, but now they had forgotten her, and Mouser was starving. Every day for the past five sunrises, she was counting, Mouser struggled with the latch on her cat door, she couldn’t get out, she couldn’t eat, she would die in here if she didn’t escape soon. Not that her paw helped any, it made the days agony and her nights a dull throb of sleeplessness.New Story: Mouser by Abbyzfatcat
“Come on, Mousey… If you can’t do this… You won’t be alive to see Avery’s kittens… Please, please work.”
Hetalia!MasqueradeParty GermanyHetalia!MasqueradeParty Germany by Abbyzfatcat
Dear Valentine Winters,
I was wondering- I would like you to- Do you-
I like you.
Valentine looked at the three simple words, obviously traced over and over again as if the person had thought about crossing them out, but didn’t. She smiled at the other words that were crossed out too, especially ‘love’, which she could imagine he had blushed at before crossing it out as well.
She turned the paper over, but there was nothing more to it, as if it needed anything else, Germany had said what he needed to, he liked her… “Germany likes me…” She said the words out loud as if to make them real and closed her eyes in a pleasurable smile, “He really likes me!” She whispered, biting her lip. She had always thought he was interesting and fun to play with, a good person that both scared her and made her happy to be around,
Hetalia!Multiple Endings:Masquerade Party:LastPartYou have been invited to America's Mask Party. During this party you dance with every country there, which is just about everyone. 'You'= Val= Valentine Winters, hat wearing country that represents Antarctica.Hetalia!Multiple Endings:Masquerade Party:LastPart by Abbyzfatcat
“Are you sure you’re allowed to wear my hat and mask Val? I wouldn’t want you to get into trouble.” Sealand asked, holding her hand as they walked toward the ballroom, Seychelles had gone ahead of them.
“Yeah Peter, we’ll trade when we get there, I just want to make America mad.” Antarctica grinned.
“He’ll freak out you know…” Peter warned, Antarctica shrugged, reaching down to pat his head, at the same time he jumped up and snatched his hat and mask away, throwing her mask at her as he rushed through the double doors to the ballroom, leaving them wide open. Embarrassed, she quickly put her mask on opening her eyes to see Sealand and America poundi
Hetalia: Multiple Endings: Masquerade Party:Part 6****Time Skip****Hetalia: Multiple Endings: Masquerade Party:Part 6 by Abbyzfatcat
“Aah! Porquoi does Poland even have an outfit like this?” Seychelles asked shrilly, blushing profusely. She tugged at the heart shaped black strapless unitard that barely covered her breasts, as she leaned over to look at them, her ears started to slide off, Antarctica quickly helped secure them into her hair. Seychelles wore a black suit with a matching tail and cat ears, while Antarctica wore a white unitard with matching tail and rabbit ears.
“Don’t shout so much, you’ll sound sexy.” Antarctica warned, Seychelles blinked at her and nodded tearfully.
“You’re only happy because America is busy.” Seychelles said after a few moments, if he freaked yesterday, imagine what he’d do now.” Seychelles smiled.
“Imagine what France would do if he saw us.” Antarctica said playfully, Seychelles gasped and shook her head.
Retribution : PrologueRetribution : Prologue by VectorSigma101
A chilly breeze ruffled the brown and white tom's fur. He gently fluffed up his sleek fur as he waited for the other leaders by the Gathering Place. He let his gaze travel to the Large Claws, which were five large boulders that surrounding the sacred place. The dark gray boulders were at least five fox-lengths tall and resembled claws and each one led into a Clans' territory. Legend has it that placed these boulders to protect the Star Pond, located directly beneath the Gathering Place. The Star Pond was where each leader received their nine lives and where the medicine cats met each half-moon to speak to StarClan.
The tom shivered as another breeze ruffled his fur. He remembered the night he received his nine lives and officially became a Clan leader. It was the night his entire life changed, for the better, of course. The tom has served his Clan well for the past couple of seasons, and he wouldn't change it for the better.
"Talonstar!" a voice called to the
First off, I submitted some Tribal Kitty, check it out if you want, or don't, it doesn't matter to me, I'm just glad I was able to get off my Antagonistic Summer Syndrome and get back in the business. I also submitted two chapters of my own special serious series, The Apocalypse because I wondered why there wasn't anything that had an apocalypse just be an apocalypse, at least, not like my apocalypse, enjoy!
Okay, I've also been doing something in my spare time, it's called leader studies. I read Tallstar's revenge (I liked it, but from chapter 44 to 45, I thought they had missed a chapter or two, just saying) anyways, the thing I love about leaders is when they receive their lives, and so I did that with my cats, going back several generations of leader and jumping one ahead, the first nine leaders (excluding the first ones because they just got their lives, no reason) This includes who gave them their lives, why, how are the two related, who preceded them, who succeeded them, apprentices, deputies, appearance, personality, cause of death, and their defining moment. So if you'd be interested in reading that, let me know, if not, that's cool.
Oh and The Apocalypse will be coming soon. (Chapters, not the actual Apocalypse)