Blinded by Reality [COMEPLETED] [OLD]

Prologue

*Fuzz's POV*

I awoke from a long nap at the paws of my brother, Benny. Benny's a small tabby tom with a big personality. He's quite a handful for a runt, in my opinion.

"Fuzz, wake up!" He meowed excitedly, and pawed at my side. I groaned and shut my eyes.

"Just five more minutes," I mumbled, and started to float back into slumber. Benny hit me in the face, causing me to jolt upward, my neck fur on end. "What was that for?!" I growled, and forced my neck fur to flatten.

"It was a wake up call." Benny replied, with a smug look on his stupid face. "Come on, dad's waiting for us." I frowned, and trudged over to dad.

"Hey dad." I meowed, trying to shake off my anger. My dad, Rust, is a huge orange tabby with bright green eyes. Just like my eyes.

"Hey, Fuzz." He meowed. "I've got a special field trip planned! We're going to see mommy!" He smiled, but I could tell he wasn't as excited as he looked. I tipped my head to one side.

"But I thought mommy doesn't like us," I mewed bitterly. My mother is a house cat who lives with a really rich owner. My dad said she didn't want wild kits, but my dad keeps begging her to come visit us.

"When she sees you little fur balls," Dad says, and stares off at the rising sun. "She'll change her mind for sure." He flicked his tail for us to follow, and we hurried off after dad.

.....

After half an hour of walking, I felt like my legs were going to fall out from under me. I glanced over at Benny, who was sweating so much his fur was soaked. And it wasn't sweating from being hyper, it was sweat from sheer tiredness.

"Dad... I'm tired!" He complained, and flopped down onto the cold sidewalk. "We've been walking forever! How much farther...?"

"Just a half of a mile left," My Dad responded, and chuckled a little. "Don't get to tired, or the only thing mom will see is a sleeping kit on my back." I rolled my eyes.

"My legs feel like jello." I moaned, and Benny shot me a confused look. "You know, the weird wobbly stuff we had for lunch yesterday?"

"Oh, I remember that." Benny whispered. "It tastes gross, but it's fun to play with." Dad nodded in agreement.

"That wasn't an ideal meal, but food is food." He said, and looked up at a den a couple yards away. "It's Queen's house! Mom lives in that den with her owner up there." I felt my stomach do a summersault, and Benny jumped for joy.

"We're coming, mommy!" Benny yowled, and sprinted ahead.

I gulped. Will she like us? I hope so....