Short story in five minutes *Timer problems-* Right- go- The two goddesses padded in front of the row of kits, the occasional clap of thunder and lightning brightening them up. A soft calico she-cat, with a dark-blue she-cat. \An odd pairing, don’t you think? But, that is how this story goes. Anyways, let me explain. I’m Nazia. You can call me Naz. Or Nah, which is basically No. So you can call me Nine, which is German for No! Again, I’m talking a ton, sorry- This story is about, well, me- I suppose. That’s our goddesses, Claria and Malia. Claria is the calico, duh. She’s the goddess of light. Malia is the goddess of dark. Back to the story. Where were we?\ Right. The two she-cats stood alone, watching over the rows of kits. Few souls would wander here, in the dead of night. It is the forgotten grounds. Cichiola runs here. They abandon kits of their hunts here. If they don’t make it, more food. If they do, more food for later. The calico’s eyes wandered the rows, landing on a pale grey tom. His eyes weren’t even open yet, and he looked pitiful. She padded over, standing above him. /Hey- that’s where I come in! I wasn’t pitiful!/ \You definitely were. And this is *my* story, so go away Tomias!\ /You’re teasing!/ \Ow! Stop hitting me! Story!\ Times up- what do you think? I think it’s okay. Seems like it would be a good start to an okay story. I might do more of the story later. Maybe actually have a running thing, lol. Prolly not. I just want to know what y’all think. …okay, I admit it. …I love these characters in the few sentences I have created life for them in- Nothing down here, no
