Bruce's Kittypet Life

I made this awhile back. I made a story about my cat; it's not perfect though. I hope you enjoy =^w^=

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Chapter 1 

Bruce waddled outside, curiosity dragging him. He sniffed the lush green grass. He blinked his eyes into the humid warm air. The smell of the flowers’ fragrance brought back life. The hearing of the birds singing made his heart dance along. The warm morning sunshine was a bright brilliance. It was a perfect day.

“Perfect.” Bruce murmured.

Suddenly, two other cats popped out of nowhere and ganged up on Bruce. Bruce backed away. One of them was a mighty orange tabby cat with muscles that were clear from his slender pelt, wide eyes like the sun. The other was a giant thick-furred black and white tom with giant muscles, eyes like the dusk sky and shining like the stars.

“Oh, the irony,” Bruce mewed harshly, though his tail between his legs of surrender.

“We need to talk with you, thief,” the tabby replied with a little pinch of death, “My name is Tigger. And this,” he flicked his tail at the black and white tom, “is Blinker. What’s your name?”

“Bruce,” Bruce moaned.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> “You got a problem?” Blinker growled. Bruce was surprised. He had a deep voice for a cat.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Bruce said nothing.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Anyways,” continued Tigger, “we saw you steal from my mate, Nikki. I need to teach you a lesson, buddy. “

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Steal?” Bruce was astonished, “I didn’t steal a whisker, flea bag. Now move out of my way!”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Tigger and Blinker looked at each other, and nodded. They started chasing Bruce.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Bruce, plump and lazy, tried to climb the fence. He was clumsy and Tigger and Blinker started to laugh at him. Finally, he made it and headed toward the road, feeling foolish for his natural stupidity.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Just then, Blinker and Tigger were on one side of the road while Bruce was on the other. They focused their eyes on each other. Tigger turned around, “I have a plan.” He whispered, “You chase that bad excuse for a cat into one of the ditches until he gets tired. Stay there. I will get ready to beat him up, got it?”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Blinker nodded.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Bruce, confused, looked around.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Just then, something bright caught Blinker’s eyes. He watched Bruce and Bruce was watching him. Something wasn’t right. Blinker looked closer as Tigger nodded and went away. Why, this cat is not the thief! He has a blind eye! Blinker shook his head, remembering the plan. He growled and ran across the road. Bruce yowled and ran. They ran a few blocks and then they were near a ditch. Bruce, terrified, stopped. Blinker winked at him. Bruce tilted his head.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Bruce,” Blinker called, “don’t worry. I know you’re not the thief.”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Bruce stared at him.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“You must believe me,” Blinker continued, “The thief me and Tigger saw didn’t have a blind eye.”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Wow, everyone notices.” Bruce muttered.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Blinker went up to him, “We’re sorry. C’mon, I’ll catch us some prey.”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Bruce’s eyes widened, “Why would some dirty rogue catch prey for me? I’m the grumpiest kittypet around here.”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Blinker looked another direction. He sensed movement. He got low into a crouch, belly almost touching the peat. He pounced into the bushes, tail disappearing. He stalked out and in his mouth was a plump mouse. He lifted it proudly.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Bruce blinked. “Can you teach me how to hunt? Well, after my meal.” Bruce hurried to Blinker’s fresh-kill and gobbled it up.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Blinker nodded. “We’ll start right away.”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Blinker and Bruce practiced for a long time. Sometimes Bruce wouldn’t listen or get lazy and fall asleep. But Blinker was surprised: Bruce actually caught a vole. This kittypet still not warrior type because his fat wouldn’t support him with his leap. Blinker shrugged and couldn’t care less.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Bruce, exhausted, flopped onto the soft ground. “I’m tired!”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Blinker glanced amusingly at Bruce, “Congratulations on your first catch.”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Bruce narrowed his eyes at the rogue. “Yo, you actually aren’t a bad cat. I mean, now I can hunt my own food. But you’re too nice so I still hate you and I want to hurt you. But I won’t because you still my flea bag, eh?”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Blinker nodded hesitantly.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Bruce closed his eyes. “Now I want shut-eye; night, flea bag.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Blinker got up. It was still sun high; and he was hungry. Bruce ate his kill and he didn’t eat until before he met him.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Blinker jolted into the forest. He suddenly remembered Tigger’s plan. Blinker headed to the ditch and he saw Tigger already there, his orange tabby-and-white face red from exhaustion and rage. Tigger glared at him.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Where were you, Blinker?” Tigger hissed.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Blinker raised his neck and muscles. “That kittypet is not the thief! I am trying to protect him from you. He is innocent. He has a blind eye.”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Liar, you betrayed me!” Tigger yowled. Tigger leaped at him and then tumbled, fighting and spitting with rage. They kept on fighting near a Thunderpath.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Finally, Tigger pinned Blinker down. Blinker’s ear was scarlet blood with a scarred muzzle. Tigger slapped him, claws unsheathed. Scarlet blood trickled from Blinker’s cheek. He was too weak to fight back. Tigger wanted to end it.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Tigger’s bruised muzzle went closer to Blinker’s shredded right ear. “Good-bye, Blinker.”