Warning, this chapter mentions kittens kidnapping each other, d3ath, and s!ckn3ss. I’m making a lot of progress. I’ve scheduled a meeting for me to speak with Paisley’s mom, and then I’m going to talk to Paisley themself. This way, we’ll be able to figure out strategies for dealing with them, because their mom knows them better than I do. I know you probably don’t know much about this whole situation, but I can tell you more if you’d like. Let me just go and grab my notes… Once upon a time, a while though not too far back, a cat sat by the river. She was a brown tabby, one eye green and the other blue. And yet, at the same time, she was a brilliant black feline. How? Because this cat, Night, was the same cat as Day, her brother. The two were a chimera cat, half the deepest black and half a brilliant yellow. They could split apart at will, turn into a brown tabby and a pure white cat. Together, they were called Twilight. Twilight, around two months of age, was taken by humans. Or maybe it was Night who was taken, I’m not sure. The cat met a kittypet, Dash, who helped her escape to the territory of the Tribe of Rushing Water, and, because Dash was descended from Half Moon, Stoneteller let the two time travel. But cats aren’t supposed to time travel. Their punishment from whoever controls time travel—StarClan?—was that Night and Rush would have to steal four kittens from the Tribe. So they did, and all but one of them d!ed. That one kitten, Bunny, was then treated as Night’s brother for the rest of his life. Oh, and did I mention that one of Night’s parents was a RiverClan cat, and the other one was a half-SkyClan, half-loner? Yeah… that’s only one of Paisley’s stories. Ooh, here’s another good one! So, a bright blue cat with white spots (as in polka dots) was named Spottedglimmer by her mom. Not because of Warrior Cats, but because she couldn’t decide between Spotted and Glimmer. Not much is known about her, but we do know that she tripped over four dy!ng cats (one of which was probably me) on a really long journey to who-knows-where. …the end. Maybe I’ll tell you more about Paisley’s past lives later. Next chapter? Deal. What, did you think I’m not a fourth wall breaker? Oh, I’m the narrator, the main character, the protagonist. Of course, that’s what I am. But I’m also th editor, the writer. I am the author of my story, so I can break my own fourth wall as much as I want.
Yeah the art is by me, and wow am I bad at lineless art. Constructive criticism please! (Not on the art though) And I used to think it was real… No, I didn’t used to think.
