(A collection of short stories(unfinished) about religious animals)
"And eventually you'll die." Then you'll be useless, a husk to the gods you so deeply believe in."
"Wow. Dramatic much".
Ivy tried to hide her growing anxiety in the entirety of the reply. trying to sound like she didn't care. The gods weren't saviors; they were helpers. if this was the gods' way of saying they didn't need her anymore. Through another possible "vessel," then she would take it, but it didn't have to be true to the cat's words.
"We're stuck here together, selfish kitty, so I suggest you stop trying to play your stupid mind games on me. and start helping us get out of here. I mean, your whole game plan can't be "trap the god's plaything in an old human building and watch her die trying to save your fluffy butt."
She threw the "you" out like it could be replaced with "monster" or "fraud." Ivy wouldn't admit she enjoyed getting under the prophet's skin.
He was nothing but a fat and lazy clawwalker, missing his human. who just happened to have nightmares about the final day. Everything else he said would happen was a joke. A lie. And he deserved every judgment thrown his way just for that.
He had deterred so many animals from their original paths. killed so many innocents. Out of all of the bad cats who had walked the earth in search of glory, he was the worst of them.
The cat faltered a bit, for once unsure of his reply. "N-no. That's a stupid, weirdly specific way to get rid of you, Ivy. " I could've just sent that crazy tail-chasing puppy after you. "I mean, I know you're scared of him." His voice held a shaky smugness to it. making Ivy even more annoyed.
Her ears shot up. Her expression masked her anger, though it was clear in her eyes. "I'm not scared of that overgrown rat." She hissed, her voice dismissive.
"Really?" The Safe One's voice was full of false surprise. "It seemed like you were; it looks like you've got a mind of insanity around him."
"What are you suggesting!?"
Ivy's voice had risen in her anger. She knew this fraud wasn't telling her she loved Shapeshifter!Who could love such a sadistic, deranged idiot? She wondered. Not even Summer loved her brother that much. "I don't love that twisted servant of yours! "I DON'T LOVE ANYONE."
The Safe One let out a weird chuckle. "Sure you don't; you know love can be platonic, though, right?" His odd chuckle continued. annoying Ivy further. "You love your children and your packmates, don't you?" Ivy glared daggers at him. Her jaw set in a vibrating growl. "Then you can't say you don't love anyone." He concluded, smug.
"You think that fucking matters here, you crazy collared freak!" "Your problems are with me," she reminded him. "They have nothing to do with Alaster or Kimon." So don't try to get smart with me: "Or I'll crush you, dreams of the Final Day or not."
The sluggish cat rolled his eyes. "Okay, four-paw blood-hound..." his eyes narrowed, pleased. "In a short-fang pack, no less."
Ivy was getting tired of his comments and remarks. If they didn't get out of here, she might just be tempted enough to make a three-course meal out of him. "Like he'd fill up my belly, the tangle coat!"
"At least I make an effort to be kind to others." "You murdered a cat with one of your selfish "visions" and still called it necessary!" "You're such a hypocrite for saying that I ruined my kind's plan." "But you've done worse." Ivy's nose twitched. Her ears gently laid back, and surprisingly, her voice was full of sadness for the feline victims of The Safe One.
