Night has fallen, and now I am incredibly frigid. My body has not yet completely regained the familiarity of the icy cold of Russia.
I have completely forgotten of what memory had triggered my running. I find birds to sing to, making me feel like a princess. And then I hear it; the sound of a sad animal wailing. Motherly instincts now kick in, and I follow the sound urgently, finding two rogue cats.
It’s obvious their both female, I could hear their high pitched yowls from nearly half a mile away. One is beating on the other. The weaker one is white, with brown and yellow patches, and green eyes. One ear is missing. It seems rather a stupid cat, for it doesn’t notice me, though I’m practically right in front of it. Its yowls sound apologetic, yet humored. Since when can I understand cat?
“You will pay, you filthy whore!” The upper one says. Yeah. I’m delusional.
“I-I didn’t mean to, Millie! I thought you had gotten your own food!” The weak one replies.
The upper, meaner one is all black, with white paws and a white-tipped tail. It is facing away from me, but it has both ears, unlike the other. I take another step, and they both turn to face me. I see the black cat’s face.
It looks normal, with a mahogany red eye.
Yes, eye. Where the right eye should be, there is a stitched up line, jaggedly covering the eye socket. The only blue eye stares harshly at me, and I shrink back.
“What do you want, human?” The black one asks.
“She could be friendly; maybe she’s nice and will feed us!” The second one suggests.
“Uh… I think I’m hearing things… Are you two talking?” I ask. They stand up quickly.
“Wait… you can hear us?” The white one asks.
“Quiet Tally! I’ll do the talking!” The black one orders. Tally?
“Yeah… I can hear the white colored one more than you, uh, ma’am?” I try. The white one, Tally, looks happily at me, but the black one glares.
“You must be Greek, if you can hear more than one cat.” The black one says.
“What?” I’m so cold and confused.
“My name is Millie,” The black cat, now known as Millie, says. “And this is- well, you should know her name, if she is your chosen cat. That’s why you can hear here louder, after all.”
“Yeah, she has the same name as me, if I overheard your guy’s chattering correctly. My name is Thalassa, or Tally for short.” I introduce politely, and Tally-cat walks over to me and rubs her chin on my leg.
“Will you feed us? Pretty please? If not both of us, then just Millie, because I ate earlier.” Tally-cat meows. I fall to my knees in front of the two cats.
“I’m so sorry, if I had any food to give, I’d give it to you two! But… I left in such a hurry, I didn’t even think to pack…” I apologize, then think about the story. “Wait, what am I saying? Of course I have food! I’ll give you two some!” I reach into my dress, and pull out the wrinkled bag of saved food I had brought. Opening it up, I find some squished bread, cookies, and apples. I look at it, then at them.
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The World I Live In (Crazy Hetalia Fanfic)
Fanfiction"What if... All of the worlds countries... Were people? And, to top it off, they followed all of their countries stereotypes?" Tally doesn't remember much after running away at the age of thirteen and travelling around the world. When she finds a my...
