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Bone watched in amusement as the light brown tabby slapped her paw down on the bleeding body of the lifeless rat, her amber eyes glaring at him. "I don't need some ruffian catching my food for me," she snapped, curling her lip into a snarl. "I could've caught this little idiot all by myself, I'm not a kitten!"
"I'm not doubting your hunting skills," Bone shrugged. "He just slipped through your grip. And in a drought like this, you need to preserve all the prey you can before everything retreats to their burrows and holes."
The she-cat snorted, her foot still placed firmly on her kill, as if she were worried he might snatch it from her and run off with it as his own. Bone was still amused; he knew from not only this female's scent, but from her groomed fur that had a fluffy touch to it that she had belonged to a flat-face, or at least was the kind of stray cat that would visit one for a meal and a stroke across the back or a scratch behind the ears. "I just know that a house pet like you might not know the ropes to catching prey quickly and cleanly, that's all."
"House pet...house pet?!" The she-cat shrieked. "I'll have you know, sir, that I never was one of those fat house kitties that spend their lives eating pellets and slop and sleeping their days away on cushions! Living the pillow life! No way, not me, not ever!"

~~~

Oh, look, another shitty story by my younger self. What a thought.

This one even has a title: "My Part of Town".

Premise is this: Stray cat Bone lives in big abandoned house with other stray cats and is their leader. One summer he's out hunting and meets this little fiery jewel who's name is Clover. She's a former house cat who - though she'd never admit it - isn't exactly sure how to survive on the streets, so Bone plays the good guy and helps her out by letting her in to his group. However, there's a rival gang of stray alley cats who are fed up with Bone and his crew and decide to keep launching attacks and ambushes on them until they managed to drive them out in order to claim their territory. And any cat that refuses to leave will become a slave of Flame, the evil cat that rules the opposing group.
So, in order words, it's a book that I only got nine chapters into about a bunch of stray cats that spend the whole time beating the living daylights out of each other. -wild applause-

Let's see...
More than fifteen fights occur in the book?
Yep.
Bone and Clover fall in love and fuck?
No shit.
Flame is killed?
By our main man hero, of course.
Happily ever after is final chapter/epilogue showing Bone and Clover with their litter of kittens?
Two daughters and two sons: Glimmer [a bitchy little brat], Mossy [the one that would stand out to be the potential protagonist for the sequel that will never come], Warlock [responsible and well-behaved firstborn who keeps his siblings in order because's he's the oldest], and Swipe [the cowardly mama's boy that grows some balls near the never-to-be-sequel's climax], respectively.

I made this horrifyingly bad and cheesy novel back in late 2009/early 2010. So I was about thirteen. I was just then learning how to write and was CONVINCED that I'd complete this... I never did. Only nine chapters out of God only knows how many I had planned. Jeez.

My other craptastic work I made was at the age of ten that was a comic about wolves, called "Call of The Questing Pack". That cauldron of art rape can be seen and read about here: cocoafantastic.deviantart.com/…
Not the comic itself, but related art I drew when I was ten and found years later while browsing my dad's PC. If I dare, I'll post something of that some other time.

Description
Bone watched in amusement as the light brown tabby slapped her paw down on the bleeding body of the lifeless rat, her amber eyes glaring at him. "I don't need some ruffian catching my food for me," she snapped, curling her lip into a snarl. "I could've caught this little idiot all by myself, I'm not a kitten!"
"I'm not doubting your hunting skills," Bone shrugged. "He just slipped through your grip. And in a drought like this, you need to preserve all the prey you can before everything retreats to their burrows and holes."
The she-cat snorted, her foot still placed firmly on her kill, as if she were worried he might snatch it from her and run off with it as his own. Bone was still amused; he knew from not only this female's scent, but from her groomed fur that had a fluffy touch to it that she had belonged to a flat-face, or at least was the kind of stray cat that would visit one for a meal and a stroke across the back or a scratch behind the ears. "I just know that a house pet like you might not know the ropes to catching prey quickly and cleanly, that's all."
"House pet...house pet?!" The she-cat shrieked. "I'll have you know, sir, that I never was one of those fat house kitties that spend their lives eating pellets and slop and sleeping their days away on cushions! Living the pillow life! No way, not me, not ever!"

~~~

Oh, look, another shitty story by my younger self. What a thought.

This one even has a title: "My Part of Town".

Premise is this: Stray cat Bone lives in big abandoned house with other stray cats and is their leader. One summer he's out hunting and meets this little fiery jewel who's name is Clover. She's a former house cat who - though she'd never admit it - isn't exactly sure how to survive on the streets, so Bone plays the good guy and helps her out by letting her in to his group. However, there's a rival gang of stray alley cats who are fed up with Bone and his crew and decide to keep launching attacks and ambushes on them until they managed to drive them out in order to claim their territory. And any cat that refuses to leave will become a slave of Flame, the evil cat that rules the opposing group.
So, in order words, it's a book that I only got nine chapters into about a bunch of stray cats that spend the whole time beating the living daylights out of each other. -wild applause-

Let's see...
More than fifteen fights occur in the book?
Yep.
Bone and Clover fall in love and fuck?
No shit.
Flame is killed?
By our main man hero, of course.
Happily ever after is final chapter/epilogue showing Bone and Clover with their litter of kittens?
Two daughters and two sons: Glimmer [a bitchy little brat], Mossy [the one that would stand out to be the potential protagonist for the sequel that will never come], Warlock [responsible and well-behaved firstborn who keeps his siblings in order because's he's the oldest], and Swipe [the cowardly mama's boy that grows some balls near the never-to-be-sequel's climax], respectively.

I made this horrifyingly bad and cheesy novel back in late 2009/early 2010. So I was about thirteen. I was just then learning how to write and was CONVINCED that I'd complete this... I never did. Only nine chapters out of God only knows how many I had planned. Jeez.

My other craptastic work I made was at the age of ten that was a comic about wolves, called "Call of The Questing Pack". That cauldron of art rape can be seen and read about here: cocoafantastic.deviantart.com/…
Not the comic itself, but related art I drew when I was ten and found years later while browsing my dad's PC. If I dare, I'll post something of that some other time.