Short Stories?

I Know I'm A Cat (P!BillDip?)

It's actually "Wolf" instead of cat, but who cares?

This a slight Warriors crossover (If you haven't read the Warrior series by Erin Hunter...then what are you doing?! jk) and I haven't read the series in a while... IDK, HOW THE FLIP DO CATS HUNT BIRDS?!

Bill will (ha Bill Will) not have one eye like the picture. He will just have a socket for his right eye.

Dipper and Bill will understand each other instead of hearing a chirp or meow

Song: "I Know I'm A Wolf" by Young Heretics

Warnings: Possible Feels + OOC + Death (bwahaha >:3)

Art, video, and music do NOT belong to me! They belong to their respectful owners!

Enjoy!

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A slender, golden-furred tom trekked in though the forest, leaves light crunching beneath his paws. His left blue eye glanced at his slender black paws, remembering how only a week ago, they were covered in slick red liquid of his clanmates. How long the event felt, yet it was so recent. Feeling the pains of his stomach twisting and hearing it yowl in hunger, he decided to snap out of his thoughts and hunt. Opening his jaw and tasting the air, he scented a bird nearby. The tom's tongue swiped his jaw as his mouth watered, thinking about sinking his fangs into it's flesh. Getting into a hunter's crouch, he stalked toward the bushes, getting ready to pounce at the unsuspecting robin (He was sure it was a robin with its red chest), when he saw it's dark blue wings. The tom stiffened, remembering the time when he had failed to kill the bird.

--flashback--

Goldenfoot was on a hunting patrol, his black limbs blending into the foliage of the forest, scenting for prey. He found a bird on a branch of a bush, chirping in its loud voice and proudly (a bit too proudly, the golden tom thought) puffing out it's bright red chest. He got into a hunter's crouch and crept toward the bird. Easily catching the prideful bird,  his blue eyes narrowed into slits, a black paw square on the robin's chest. The robin's green eyes were wide in fear, the tom SWORE he could hear the bird's thoughts. However, there was something about the bird that intrigued the tom. Could it be the unique dark blue feathers in the robin's wings and tail? The tom was so deep into his thoughts, that he carelessly lifted his paw, causing the robin to fly off in a daze. 

"Mouse dung!" He hissed, snapping out of his thoughts, when he heard the fluttering of the robin's wings.

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Appetite lost, the golden tom stood straight up.

"Hello!" the tom mewed cheerfully, startling the robin.

His lips curled into a somewhat smile, fangs poking out. This somehow freaked the bird and caused it (or him? The golden tom couldn't tell. He just knew how to kill the robin's kind.) to fly up onto the tree, preparing to fly off if the cat was stupid enough to climb the tree. 

"Just what do you want from me?!" He chirped fearfully, his squeaky (A/N: I can imagine Dipper saying this in his voice and I'm dying so hard) chirp caused the cat cringe.

"Relax robin," The cat mewed cooly ,rolling his vibrant blue eye, "I just wanted to talk"

"How do I know you're now trying to trick me?!"

The golden cat couldn't help but guffaw at the bird, receiving a glare form the other.

"Birdie," He managed to speak after calming down ,"You're an idiot, if I wanted to kill you, I would've just snapped your neck when you were on that bush."

The cat  walked away as the robin stayed silent and simply stared at the tom in disbelief.

It had been a few days since the robin had chatted to the golden tom for the first time. He would never admit to this to anyone, not even the golden cat that had been visiting him recently. The cat had earned a sliver of trust from the bird.

"Hey Birdie!" 

The robin jumped ,then rolled his eyes at the voice of his predator friend, who was once again at the bottom of the tree. Feeling confidence in his chest, he decided to fly towards the golden tom with one eye, but there was something. Just something that made him fly quickly back to the tree. It was a flash and he saw the cat's grinning teeth, stained with blood. 

"Hey, what's wrong?" The golden tom asked, teeth perfectly blood-free. (Now that the bird realized it but the horrifying flash still clung to the poor guy.)

"Er..." Dipper tried to come up with a lie, "I thought I saw a cat flash by."

Glancing at the golden tom, he added, "I didn't mean you, Bill."

The second chat with the tom was names, the robin saying his was Dipper and the tom commented that he preferred "Birdie" better. When the robin, asked the cat, the tom pondered before replying with:

 "Bill. Bill Cipher."

The name was too long for the robin to call the cat every time so the bird would simply called him Bill.

"If you like I can search for any of them," Bill offered, snapping Dipper out of his thoughts.

"Y-yea...," Dipper sadly nervously,"I-I'll see you l-later then"

And with that, the robin flapped his midnight blue wings and took flight.

It had been days since the robin's...odd excuse.

Of course, they still chatted, but the air seemed so thickly tense. It was so thick that a cat could shred it up with their claws. Until, finally the bird managed the muster up his courage and chatted with the golden cat on the bush. Time passed by, and the two grew closer and chatted together, sharing stories of their life together.

Bill however, despite his appreciation for the robin, couldn't help but to think about killing him. The tom hated the fact that his feline instincts got in the way, telling him the catch the bird and not talk to his "meal". He never wanted to end his bird friend's life! (Even though it was extremely frustrating and annoying trying to convince the bird that he changed for the better). 

Today was a simple warm, spring day. Dew drops on the grass and the fresh scent of blossoming flora filled the air. The one-eyed, golden tom was ,of course, chatting with his friend once again. The bird was beside him. Sleek, midnight blue flight feathers brushing against fluffy golden honey fur. The golden cat looked at Dipper (who stopped chatting and looked back), small brown eyes staring into an ice blue eye. They both shared smiles before the tom blacked out. (A/N: I'm pretty sure everyone's expecting this but okay!)

The grass was stained with bits of blood and right in front of the golden tom, was the robin. His lifeless  brown eyes facing the sky.

"No..." The tom breathed, tears prancing out of his eye, "nonononono..."

Head bowed, Bill forever mourned his murdered friend, wonder why he killed Dipper.

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IM DONE WITH LIFE

OKAY??!?!?!? 

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I rushed on this because i lost inspiration during the middle of the FLIPPIN THING UGHHHHH!!!!!

Yes, I'm mad at myself.