Ally Cat Creative Writing

People don't think much of an ally cat named Blaze. I'm a superstar at heart, I love to perform, come up with ideas, and I want to make my mark on the world. But I'm just an ally cat. The other cats look at me, and see nothing but some shadow in the distance. But hey, I like not being the center of attention. Around you, people let their guards down. And that, my friends, is when an ally cat gets his food. A few times, I was able to sneak around an alpha cat and snatch some leftover white, fluffy balls that was thrown away by the two-legged. They were the white fluffy balls that were usually roasted over the fire when a bunch of two-legged come out and gather around a big red ball of flame. A grabbed a few, and decided to make a campfire of

It was a woman. Her long blonde hair fell over her black orange blouse. What is this feeling of attraction I feel? What is this strong pull? I looked her up and down, and she started to give me a strange look back. Oh, I guess I was supposed to say something back?

"I like my suit too." I said. Crap.

She smiled awkwardly at me, and leaned into the other guy next to her. They instantly struck up a conversation.

I felt like I had magical human powers. I could read other emotions and body language! And sadly, it made me feel things. That's another thing. I had to stop using the words like two-legged. Mary taught me to do that. He's a nice guy. He told me that the leader, or boss, was supposed to come in from the door to my left, and sit in the big chair at the head of the table. I'm glad I didn't sit there. Ok, here he comes. He's going to tell me to present. I don't have my notes, oh crap. Wait, is that...

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"Mary! What are you doing here?" I yelled silently. If that's possible.

Everyone at the table looked at me with warning. I guess not.

"I'm your boss, and it's Mr. Richardson." He sat down, with authority in his eyes. "Now, do you have the

Richardson!"

"I left them at home."

"At home!" He yelled. "I won't tolerate this nonsense!" He stood up at the table, and made himself bigger than everyone else. The rest of us clang to our chairs like a little kid in the principal's office. "Get up here, right now, and present what you know!"

This isn't the Mary I know. This isn't the one that helped me turn into a man, is it? I don't want to be a man anymore. I got up, legs shaking. The woman behind me gave me a pat on the butt for good luck. What was that for? It made me feel...odd. I stood in front of the table, on the other side of Mary, and recited what he told me.

"Early de... development, is the... the cause o-of p-precocious puberty in ch...ch-children."

"What else?" Mary barked.

I didn't know anything else, so I made something up, acting confident. "A long time ago, when we were just nomadic beings, there was a danger of being alone, and not inside a family unit. You see, inside a family unit, there is a need for... what's the word... affection." I struggled to try to think of something else. "Nowadays, many children don’t have proper affection and need to grow up." I rearranged my vocal sounds and language to make myself sound like I knew what I was talking about. "So this triggers our inner biological nature to find a way to get a functional family. And how else to do this, but get a mate. So they develop early to attract their partners." I felt like I was doing great, so I went on. "Also, the absence of