It was a day in the year when Catstar woke up. She opened her eyes with her eye muscles. Then with a heave, she attempted and I repeat, ATTEMPTED, to get up. Unfortunately, she had reached a point where her weight was just too much. She barely moved an inch. Catstar panicked for a good hour, losing hope of ever getting out of the den. She thought of all her happy childhood memories, her rise to Clan leader and her epic life. Then suddenly, a thought occurred to her. She had a mouth. She had a tongue. She had a voice. And she had a whole gang of cats that served her. Oh, she thought.
"VLADMIRSOUP!" she hollered.
"YESSIR!" screamed Vladmiroup, rushing in. "I MEANT MA'AM."
"Help me up. Because I'm too lazy," Catstar said.
"Sure, sure," nodded Vladmirsoup. He was smaller than a football but still, he scrambled to her side and heaved. Catstar felt herself rolling over. She smiled happily. There was a pop.
"Eek," a small voice echoed.
"Just a bit more!" Catstar exclaimed to Vladmirsoup. "Come on! Hurry up!" There was no reply. Catstar frowned. Vladmirsoup was squished under Catstar, flat on his stomach. He wiggled but to no avail, there was no escaping. Catstar sighed.
"Useless deputy," she complained then raised her voice once more, "SOMEBODY GET IN HERE AND HELP VLADMIRSOUP NOW!" No other than Greyrejected entered the den. At the sight of Catstar's fat sprawled all over the ground, he almost let out a loud laugh. He didn't understand how he could have loved such a thing.
"What do you want?" he asked, not seeing Vladmirsoup.
"Get me up, obviously, peasant," huffed Catstar. Greyrejected growled slightly. He was alone in the den with her. This was exactly the opportunity they had been looking for. He abandoned the well crafted plan to kill Catstar that he and his Clanmates had planned for the last moon. He could kill her there and then. She was too fat to move. He approached her, tail twitching, eyes fixed on his prey. Catstar made a weird face.
"What are you doing?" she asked him, raising an eyebrow. Greyrejected crouched down, barring his teeth, letting out a loud growl. The whole room vibrated. Catstar's eyes went wide.
"What is it? What do you see?" demanded Catstar. "Is there an enemy behind me?"
"You are the enemy," Greyrejected growled. His muscles rippled. He was about to pounce.
"AHAAHHAHAH You're so funny!" giggled Catstar, her whole body shaking. "Pffff. I'm the enemy. Good one. Ok now help me." Greyrejected just smiled. She was about to die. As he got read to pounce, another cat tumbled into the den.
"Catstar! Catstar! Catstar! Catstar!" cried Medicine cat. Greyrejected jumped. "Oh, was I interrupting something?"
"No not at all. Greyrejected was about to help me. He also made a hilarious joke," laughed Catstar. She had forgotten about Vladmirsoup.
"Anyways, both of you, help me get up," ordered Catstar. Greyrejected curled his lip but with Medicinecat, they rolled her over. With a groan, Catstar managed to prop herself up right.
"What did you want to tell me?" asked Catstar.
"Oh yeah um, we are going to have kits," Medicinecat said. "I don't know how to deliver kits but it'll be fine I'm sure. I mean, she-cats are like naturals anyways. Oh and I didn't mean like we I meant like the Clan. Because Beestripe and Flowerstripe are like pregnant. Well not Beestripe. That would be kinda weird. But um. Who knows."
"Ugh," a small voice belched.
"Oh, hi Vladmirsoup," Catstar said, looking down. Vladmirsoup was a small spot sprawled on the floor.
"Oww," he groaned sadly.
"Ok well now I've got to eat, see y'all," grinned Catstar, prancing out of the den, her flabby abs flowing behind her.
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