Bucket The Cat {COMPLETED}

Bucket The Cat {COMPLETED}

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19th Century Victorian Era- Black Ravine Kingdom "Your Majesty, I have been given orders to give you a gift from the Duchess Elaine of Glennwood." The maid bustled forward to hand the Queen a covered bucket. Taking the bucket, in hand, Queen Charlotte removed the cover and looked down in awe. Inside, lay a small grey cat. The cat stretched and yawned, opening its great pistachio green eyes. "Bucket." The Queen said in awe, staring lovingly at her new companion. Bucket has always wanted adventure in his life. Spending most of his time in the Murals Room at the Castle, Bucket dreams of going on an adventure. Sooner than he thinks, adventure calls his name when there is an attempt assassination on his beloved owner, Princess Charline.
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