Shimmers and sparkles trailed the air. A little girl could be seen chasing them. If one looked closely, the girl would appear to be getting younger. But it was merely a little girl chasing a butterfly. No one payed any attention, as she wasn't bothering anyone.
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That wasn't actually the case. As much as she loved animals, pink, sparkly crystal kittens that talked were almost sickening. Despite loving cats, she glared at it, though unaware of the glamours and illusions surrounding them. Hostile and defensive, she questioned it.
"What do you want with me? I'm perfectly capable of-"
What, as already mentioned was most likely a kitten, dismissed the question with a flick of the tail.
"Unimportant," it meowed while continuing to walk infuriating manner that only cats can do, but in the air, making it some what more infuriating than usual.
Circling the brown haired girl, it began questioning her.
"So what do you think of yourself? The world?"
"What do I care? It just happens to be a place where I'm stuck with an unbelievable amount of...idiots... And as for me, I'm just an ordinary teen, no one gives a f***." And then added "What do you care anyways...why am I talking to a... A... Talking shower gel?" Even being in a bad mood did not help her insults.
The cat's what appeared to be fur bristled for a split second at that insult but immediately smoothed down as it changed from a translucent pink and sparkly to a crystal clear form, unnervingly like ice as it moved.
"Well what do I care little girl... Really, everyone cares, otherwise nobody would do anything at all. What you think effects your actions and they effect others. Despite your puny existence, it matters more than you think." the cat continued to circle her, while meowing in a superior tone.
Patronising now? What on earth has she done to deserve this? She'd had enough of her so-called friends and teachers and stepfather... And now this annoying possibly stalkerish blob had come to torment her too? Being cat shaped didn't atomatically win her over. Though the ice sculpture look was facinating...
She didn't get it. Neither did that cat it seemed. Screw the world and that dratted cat. Shit, just called it a cat...
A/n I know the first part should technically be called a prologue but there aren't really any rules right?
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Cat of Ice
Short StoryPretty sure these things don't happen... Cats, yes and they are prideful creatures. Except they aren't supposed to scorn you and talk in a condescending way and... And... Never mind. I don't think I care now... Dedicated to a friend, you know who y...
