Accidentally On Purpose

I Don't Want To Taste the Color of Your Words

                                                         Kitty's P.O.V.

When I opened my eyes, I was being bounced up and down. Up and down. Up and down. It made me sick, and I yowled. Put me down, whoever you are, before I make you regret it by letting what I last ate out on your shirt!

We stopped bouncing up and down, and finally I could actually see where we were. I shifted to human, crushing whomever was holding me. I looked down. It was Quill. I smiled. "Hi birdy!" I waved, and got up. We were in a forest again, how did that happen? I looked around. Zaastaish and Fox seemed to be engulfed in a conversation Arctica seemed to hate. The kids were all sitting down talking, Dyl and Uanai a little farther away. I looked back to Quill, and he began to talk to me, but for some reason it hurt my ears. "No! I don't want to taste the color of your words!"

"What?"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! My ears are bleeding, turn off the sound! StOp TaLkInG!"

"Your ears are fine--"

"NO!" I shouted, flattening my ears to my head. I growled, and it sounded like one of the cats when they get so angry/scared that when the growl it sound like a two-year-old saying "No no no no no no no!" over and over.

Everyone was looking at me now. My tail went between my legs, why were they looking at me? I looked around, but there was nothing. Oh no, what I ten feet tall? And purple?

"Guys, I'm sorry for turning purple. Please don't give me racial segregation."

"Kitty, you aren't pur--"

"MY EARS BURN LIKE MY ASS AFTER EATING QUILL'S CHILI!"

Quill looked offended. He could cook, I must say that. And I enjoyed the chili, too. Until I had to poop. I may have put too much hot sauce in it. "Hot sauce!" I blurted, and fell to my knees. Sketch liked hot sauce. He lathered everything with it, even his ice-cream. I shuddered. "Spicy chocolate fudge." I muttered, rubbing my arms. He was really weird with his taste buds, but I still must say I love him. Oh, wait, did I say that last part out loud? Oh no!

"I didn't say anything!" I shouted, and they all looked at me funny again. Zaastaish whispered to Fox, who nodded. His eyebrows quickly rose, and he whispered to Quill, who nodded.

"Gossip isn't nice! You guys are meanies, talking about people behind their backs. So mean. Sketch would shun you all."

Quill ignored me and reached out a hand. I leaned my head back, shouting, "THE PEAR IS BEHIND YOU!" Everyone's head swiveled, because we all knew that pears have horrible vision and eats anything.

"She has one of the side-effects--"

"STOPPIT! NO TALKING!"

"--of the medication--"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

"--they gave her as a cat."

"Somebody once told me the world was gonna roll me, I ate the sharpest tool in the shed!"

"Isn't it ain't the sharpest tool--"

"LET IT GO, LET IT GO, CAN'T HOLD IT BACK ANYMORE!" I shouted. Maybe with my Elsa distraction they would stop them from talking, but then all the kids bust into the song, and I pressed my hands to my ears. I made a strangled sound as I curled up away from them. Loud, very loud. My ears are going to ring. "Ring, ring." I whispered.

I got really dizzy then, and suddenly I could see Sketch. He was in a cell now, laying down. "Sketch!" I cried happily, though I could still heart Let It Go. But then I saw he had bandages all over him and he wasn't wearing much except some undies. "Sketch!" I cried again, this time from worry. He turned his wrapped head to me in surprise. He looked so happy to see me, and I smiled. "We're coming to get you! I'll rip out everyone's throats, at least those who did this to you! A late thank-you gift!" I said cheerfully, and he looked ready to laugh. I liked him that way. "Be my happy Sketch, please? Happy makes me happy." I told him, and he finally spoke. "You stay safe, please. But, thank-you for what?" And that made me laugh. Really hard. "For being so nice to everyone, silly! Even to Arctica, you're so nice. You make everyone happy, and everyone just resents me because I'm a cat and cats are supposed to be mean." Sketch stiffened the best her could in that state and opened his mouth to protest, but then I was un-dizzy, and he was gone.

Let It Go was gone, too. And everyone was looking at me really funny. I frowned. "Where did Sketch go? He was right here...he was cut up, too! Someone cut into him and--"

"And he was laying on the floor! And he looked so happy to see Kitty!" Andre finished, and I opened my eyes real real wide. "You saw Sketch too?"

"Yup!"

"Kitty--" Fox began, but then my head hurt again. "No, be quiet!" I shouted, and I hit a tree after scuttling backwards. I was so tired right now, and for some reason I began to cry and I was really sad. "Sketch isn't here anymore! Why is he hurt? I can't touch my toes!" I cried, shaking.

I closed my eyes. My hair got in my face, and I growled at it. I looked around, yanked a sharp-looking object from the ground, and hacked at it. Quill quickly yanked it awake from me, but not before I gave myself a good trim. I held my white hair in my hands. "Stupid hair."

Arctica looked stunned for once. Speechless. Yeah, you better be speechless. Wait, why? I looked around, shouting, "Ms. Pear! Rest in peace! May your seeds not have been squashed in vein at the bottom of the stairs!"

Everyone looked at me weird again. "Pears have feelings too!" I shouted, crossing my arms. I looked up. "Hey, sunrise! Night-night, peeps! Kitty needs a nap." I belted, throwing myself to the ground. But then I was off the ground, on some invisible force. "UNHAND ME, YOU BOOGIEMAN!" I cried, and yet I stayed suspended in air. Uanai smiled and waved bellow me. I was only four feet off the ground, that boy short.

I closed my eyes. I really was tired. Maybe a little sleep won't hurt...