mindcracklove | The Salad Rebellion Chapter 1

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It's here! So apparently clash, seven, and ratta are helping me write this now. Don't know how it happened but I'm glad it did! So a huge thanks goes out to them! Anyway background info a Catti is basically half human half cat, a Felinus is basically all cat but with some human tendencies. Yeah so leave comment and tell me what you think.

A short woman could be seen weaving through the maze of tents hurriedly. She was pale with blue hair, black cat ears, and tail. Dressed in cargo pants, combat boots, and a tank top all black, she also had a red sash tied around her waist. Bursting into the large tent at center of the camp she exclaimed, “I’m here! Clash, Freeze what’s the emergency?”

“Goose!” A large fully feline creature called out from one side of the tent. “Freeze is trying to pour a bucket of icy water over me! Stop her!” Goose looked at the scene in front of her and put her head into her hands. Clash, a hominis felinus, was running from the much shorter and and only part cat Freeze. She had an iron bucket in one hand, and a blue tinted sword that she had created out of ice in the other.

“He started it, Goose!” Freeze called to her, and Goose just wanted to scratch her ears off to avoid listening to the useless banter between the two.

“STOP! Both of you!” she called out in a no-nonsense tone. Clash and Freeze immediately stopped. Freeze, looked directly into her commander’s eyes and gave her an all too familiar look that said she’ll have it her way, and threw the bucket of ice cold water directly into Clash’s face. Clash, who hadn’t seen her move, sprang up to the roof of the tent and landing awkwardly on his side before getting up onto all fours and speeding over to hide behind Goose, dripping water on her pants and boots.

“Goose! She just! She! I... I’m so cold…” Clash whimpered in a quiet voice, very much unlike his normal boisterous self. Goose looked down at the sopping wet Clash sighed and used her powers to pull all the water from his coat. She then began pet him gently, which made him forget the issue at hand and he began to purr loudly. Then a few others entered the tent.

“So the final part of the plan is… Clash!” A rough voice yelled out from the tent opening. Clash turned quickly, not expecting another voice as he was being pet by Goose. He saw who it was and stood up a bit sheepishly. Goose turned to look at the newcomers as well. A large midnight black felinus stood in front of her along with Lieutenant Generals Guude and Milbee, as well as AJ and Ratta.

“Hai Seven… What’s going on?” Clash said in the quiet voice he’d had just a few moments before. Seven, another felinus looked about the tent angrily before replying.

“Well, I walk in to see you playing with two filthy Half-breeds, and letting one pet you. You seemed like you were enjoying it quite a bit. And this was the tent I was going to meet the Lieutenant Generals in to discuss our invasion plans. But it looks like someone splashed water everywhere. This has been a general annoyance, Clash. I expected better. It seems like the idiocy of the Halves is growing on you.” Seven said the final part with a deep snarl, barring his sharp teeth. Clash looked down sadly, shoulders slumped and tail swishing side to side slowly, indicating his sadness. Guude, who happened to have known and had interaction with Catti, walked over to the black and red Felinus and pet him gently on the head, sliding his calloused fingers and hands through Clash’s silky fur. Again, unsure of who had done it, he tensed quickly before sensing there wasn’t any threat and relaxing, purring loudly as Guude continued to pet him and coax him from his sadness. At this point the others had resumed talking, and eventually Freeze wandered out with Ratta to go find something more interesting to do, which Ratta, ever the ladies man, obliged eagerly to. Goose looked on from her conversation with Guude, Milbee, Seven and AJ, and sighed a bit sad that Ratta always seemed to talk to Freeze more than her.

“What do you think about that, Goose?” Seven asked her, causing her to break free of her little world of hopes and dreams.

“I’m sorry Seven. What did you say?” Goose asked the larger feline. She knew Seven disliked the Catti because he thought of them as “mongrels” and “beasts” and “freaks of nature.” This wasn’t helping him think more highly of her or her kind. He only followed her command because of the General and his Lieutenant Generals, all of whom were human.

“I explained that our plan was to attack the Fifty Second patrol, who we can easily outnumber, while they pass through Wilhelm's Gorge on on their way to meet up with Etho’s army. If we send a team of Catti to do this, we can easily navigate the harsh terrain, while the humans will have trouble. The other reason for the gorge is that is we send a more heavily armed team, that I suggest be human, as they work better with heavier equipment, and if we put them in place, thought hidden, before the attack, mobility won’t be much of an issue, to the entry of the pass, they can defend it fairly easily, stopping any reinforcements, as the bottleneck will reduce the advantage the Etho’s army gets from their numbers significantly. Is that a plan that works well for you, commander?” Seven asked, putting emphasis on the word ‘commander’ because she knew he hated taking orders from a Catti.

“Of course. Do we have the resources and troops we need to accomplish this, AJ?” Goose asked, turning to the tall girl with blonde hair that gleamed almost in a platinum sheen.

“Yes we do Commander Goose,” She answered simply, AJ was never one to waste her breath in a conversation.

“Okay then, since it’s your plan Seven you can lead the Catti. Freeze and AJ will be in charge of the men at the entry. We will have Shawn lead a small team ahead to gather intelligence.” Goose instructed “Does that work for everyone?”

“Of course, you give me the command of the incompetent ones.” Seven growled, lips pulled into a snarl. “I think that, while the Halfbreeds might need someone competent overseeing them, the men at the entry to the pass need more assistance.”

“You’re right they do, but you have been seen looking down on catti throughout the camp. I can not have people believe that you hate them, whether it is true or not. So I figured it would be good for morale for you to be seen fighting alongside the Catti. Although mainly because I am sick and tired of this petty feud.” Goose responded calmly. Seven simply scoffed in response.

“While that may be true, it still will not happen. I have not been seen fighting alongside the halfbreeds, for good reason. And those reasons stand.”

“You going to lead the charge, we have already had too many Catti desert due to your gross mistreatment of them.”

“Gross? You call me gross? You are the disgusting ones.” Seven replied, slightly angrily.

“Disgusting?” Goose replied slightly indignantly.

“Yes. Bestiality is bad enough, but the products of it? Disgusting.” Seven started spitefully. Goose sighed, trying to calm down before saying:

“That last thing we need is another war, and you seem to be trying your hardest to start one.”

“I’m trying to organize what limited soldiers we have into a fighting force that will allow us to win the war! And if you keep getting in my way like this, then we’re never going to get anywhere!” Seven snarled at Goose. Both looked ready to tear each other to pieces.

“Me, getting your way. You are the one who is jeopardizing this whole operation, not just the mission with your inability to talk to let alone work with a Catti! So you need to either suck it up put on a smile and lead them, or get out, because clearly you don’t want to be here.” Goose growled, tail puffing and claws extending.

“Right, that’s it.” Seven said frustratedly and slightly angrily, before walking out of the tent and down the hill. When he got there, his powerful voice began to ring through the camp. “All Half-breeds! Down here! Now!” He growled, in a way that set the catlike instincts of the Catti on edge.

Goose looked on from a hill opposite Seven, quaking in rage. Who does he think he is, calling us disgusting and beasts and ARGH! Goose thought, ending up with her slamming her fist into the grass on the hill, drawing a massive wave up the cliff toward her. She felt like she could shatter the earth with the pure anger she felt over Seven’s actions and his stupid over confidence that he was so much better than the Catti. At least Clash was pleasant to be around. He acts a lot like a kitten, chasing butterflies around and constantly wanting to be pet by everyone. Goose just hoped this wouldn’t make the rebellion shatter to pieces before it even began.

Current Mood: tired
Current Music: silence