Smiling Critters: Ancestra Au

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The super sports car was delivered after a seven-hour journey. There was a brief change of plans. Catnap had to drive the pickup truck instead of the F1. This calmed the feline down. Roy was the name of the buyer. The Viper was delivered, but there was something else with this car.

— What? Are you telling me that this car is in my name? — asked the cat, clearly perplexed.

— Yes, Bobby asked for the paperwork and put it in your name, congratulations Mr. Catnap, this Viper is yours and is in your possession now — Roy is a Gray wolf who wears only a green and open jacket, other than that, his eyes are green.

— Ah… okay then, I'll gladly accept either way. And well, the F1 is rightfully yours too.

— A warning, the car is modified, let's say it is at stage “3.0” of improvements.

The feline is impressed, as this is the maximum change allowed by the government in relation to car modifications — there must have been more than half a million invested in this car —, it is not very rare to see this, after all, many sprinters already have this stage.

Leaving one and returning with another, on the way the sun was already well lit, the track that connected both places was already starting to get busier.

— Better speed up, otherwise I won't get home any faster — said the feline.

— Now, don't rush, you'll be sitting on your sofa by noon — it was Ten Zero Six, he was in the back of the truck, where the sun didn't shine.

— So far you have disturbed me, what do you want to tell me now?

— Let's be honest, Bobby is clearly up to something, to give you a new car, something good like that isn't it.

— I know, she probably wants me to change cars after realizing that the police are after me more than the others. But putting the car in my name is idiotic.

— Wrapping, the car is green, it gets purple and when the work is finished, it just drives off.

—Worst idea, but now, shut up— Catnap turned on the radio and set it to a good volume.

— Hehehe… You don’t want to talk — Dez Zero Meia disappeared, smiling.

At his house, the trio was in the living room watching something on television, it was a movie, and in one of the scenes, an instrument appears, it was a guitar and this makes Dogday remember something he had heard from Catnap that he had a guitar. The canine quickly gets up, and with quick steps he goes to the bedroom and starts looking for the guitar.

It didn't take long, he was at one of the wardrobe doors, clearly Kickin and Hoppy were confused by the boy's agitation, but soon they changed their expression. With the guitar on display;

— Can you play? Kickin? — asked Dogday.

— Hmm… yes, I do know, after all, I taught Catnap how to play the guitar, it took a while but he learned — he picked up the instrument and held it correctly.

— Huuu, so do you sing too or just play? — Hoppy asked sitting in front of the chicken, she looked like such an innocent child with that curiosity.

— Yes, I sing… and so does Cat — he prepared to play.
—Wow, now I really want to see those two sing a duet! — Dogday’s tail wagged heavily, and his face… so cute and smiling.

When the canine stopped talking, the guitar began to play, the strings vibrating and the melody coming out made the boy feel a chill, it was good and the sound was calm. He took out the earplugs to hear better, and this only intensified the previous feelings.

Hoppy was a bit gradual, she is energetic almost all the time, and with that song played on the guitar, and a sigh, her energy drops making her feel relaxed, this left her a bit perplexed — she only felt something like that when she took a bath.

Suddenly Kickin's voice is heard. Normally his voice is more "teenage" and lively, but now when he sings, it is more serious and "normal" for someone his age. The song he is singing has lyrics that talk about finding your way, even when you are lost in a world that doesn't go with you, but against you.

Those two children sitting on the floor looking at Kickin, just smiled and got involved with the touch of those strings, they swayed from side to side as if they felt the melody passing through them like waves. The lyrics of the song seemed to reach a point of even talking about something personal, the lyrics became more loving: talking about someone walking next to you, and forgetting bad things that happened in the past.

Coincidentally, this same song was playing on the radios, especially on the radio of the truck that Catnap was driving. Both of them, even from a good distance away, were singing the same song with a little bit of tears in their eyes, but there was something different... the cat was sadder, but the chicken was smiling and seemed happy even with the tears.

The necklaces of both of them started to glow, it seemed like a sign, but it was a shame that no one noticed, and when the music ended and the tears stopped, the necklaces stopped glowing, a warmth in everyone's hearts was the only thing felt.

— These two... they like each other but don't want to confess for fear of rejection — Ten Zero Six said, he was in a different place, he saw that whole city from the bottom up — I don't know, I just want this cat's freedom just like he gave me one, that bear kept me trapped for a long time.

The place was strange, one hundred percent black and seemed to be filled with water, — strange, but cool — the shadow being had a tired look and he seemed to fall deeper and deeper into a darker and darker place.

Far from Estella, in the middle of the forest, there was a house, it was made of wood, it had a very “modern” and simple appearance, it was unpainted so the lines of the wood were very exposed. Inside that house you can hear the sound of chewing, and teeth hitting something;

— You are hungry, gluttonous, you gain power while eating, it is not a small thing and that draws attention, you have the metabolism of a five-year-old child... lucky I found you near the monument.

The speaker was a fox with dark red fur, a man, he was thin but his clothes made him seem stronger, it was a black overcoat with wine, but his highlight ended without a red scarf that was clearly quite dirty.

He was sitting in an armchair, in a thinking pose, and on another sofa, in front of him, was sitting the pig girl, Picky, eating with a large spoon from three different dishes, she wasn't paying attention because she was eating like a beast.

“I have to train her, maybe taking her on the mission I'm on now seems like a good idea, at least I introduce her to this world of combat and magic, I just don't know if she'll like going back to the city... after all, she came from there”