I wrote a little kids story last night remembering how I loved stories as a kid but hated to be talked down to, so I've tried to write something I would've liked as a child. A little introductory story. It's unedited and the word document might mess up as it always does but I'm too tired to go through it all right now.
People that really know me may have met the two main characters.
The General and Miss Merri.
The deepest sleep comes in the dead of night, when we are most vulnerable, most relaxed and at the mercy of whatever would protect us. On the bed was three shapes almost impossible to see with the human eye but then human eyes are not the best eyes at night, there are much better to look through.
Silence filled the house from top to bottom nothing to wake the man sleeping but there was a whisper, a tiny noise trespassing in through the window.
A black triangular ear shot up at once, alert and searching through the darkness for the source of the tiny disturbance. The whisper came again and now a different head jolted from the other side of the bed whiskers catching the moonlight. Cats. Two of the shapes that were sleeping now fully awake and looking at each other, the larger blacker cat nodded slowly and solemnly at the smaller black and white cat who slinked off in search of the intruder while he himself poured off the bed in the opposite direction.
It had found a way into the house on the back of a moonbeam that was reflecting from a mirror, they almost always invaded through mirrors as it was so easy to travel undetected that way. It surveyed the room before floating through the mirror into the real world to seek its prey. The full moon always guaranteed an easy prey and a feast of restlessness and sometimes even despair.
Gliding through the shadows eager to deliver its gift of nightmares the psychic force danced from dusky corner to dusky corner closing in on the bed room when it stopped very suddenly. There was a cat, arch enemies of the psychic forces of the night, but this cat looked very young not yet trained in the way of human defence. It was small and female with a pink nose which the younger cats picked to be fashionable. This would be an easy fight, the little girl wouldn't know what hit her.
It dripped slowly down a shadow observing the sleepy swagger as she walked towards the kitchen for a three o'clock munch. It drew closer and closer to her slender form preparing a psychic shock. It gathered its darkness together and jumped from the shadows! However much to the shadow creature's shock the girl cat spun around in the flash of a second, claws fully extended and sliced a huge chunk of energy from its bulk.
It recoiled now seeing that this was a much older cat than he had anticipated. She was standing in an attack position ready to strike again one white paw raised with her top claw extended pointing in his direction like an invitation to come and see how good she was.
However the dark force did not flee for this was an ancient and battle hardened creature and even if this cat was better trained than he had first thought it could still be overcome besides with the injury it now needed sustenance more than ever and he had defeated bigger cats than this before.
'You are out of your league feline. I am older than even this city and will have my feast. No old hag like you shall deny my place at the supper table.' Came a hissed voice that no human would ever be able to hear.
The cat looked offended. '"Old Hag"? I'll have you know I'm in the prime of my life. A cat in kitten's clothing if you will. Now leave like a good unwelcome guest before I show you just how sharp my claws can be.' She purred silkily.
The force descended on her faster than she anticipated and enveloped her filling her will horrible feelings. Loneliness, hunger, coldness. She swiped wildly with her claws making her growling battle call but it had been right, she was out of her league. Still she fought, clawing chunks of the dark away sometimes missing and hitting the wall or a chair leg. The creature began it's final moves to finish the battle.
The cat was now losing badly and began to fill with despair when from nowhere powerful claws tore the psychic force in half. It cried out in shock, it hadn't sensed any other cats in the vicinity. Gathering what it could together it turned to see the other, older cat of the house glaring at him.
'Sir, I will be a gentleman and allow you the indignity of retreat before I redouble my efforts and dismember your force eternally.'
The psychic creature considered this but the fight had all but drained it. So it decided to make a last ditch attempt to feed on the sleeping human.
The male cat shook it's head and leapt at the evil shadow ripping it apart before it could even get through the bedroom door. It was clawed apart and would never feed on the energy of humans again.
Now the fight was over the male cat strolled over to the female cat.
'Miss Merri you took your eye off the ball. That could've been disastrous for you.'
'Well General Gatsby I don't know where I'd be without your impeccable timing. Very stylish.' She slinked past him smirking.
'If you hadn't done all that action hero posturing then your training would've been more than enough to off that vagabond, but no, you young folk have to "look cool"!'
Merri turned her head back to the general. 'And your telling me that your timing was nothing to do with "looking cool"?' Gatsby looked slightly blustered. 'It, it was nothing of the sort. I was merely observing you and how your training was holding up!'
The general looked a touch embarrassed now and was about to provide a counter argument when some restless noises started to come from the bedroom.
'Our human is being wakened now! We can discuss this when he leaves tomorrow, now come back in we still have a job to do!' And with that General Gatsby marched back into the bedroom mumbling to himself, Miss Merri rolled her eyes and trotted in after the general knowing their human was still safe and sound and hadn't a clue about what had happened in his own house.
Their human stirred for a moment in his bed mumbling himself about 'Those bloody cats miaowing' but then he turned over and went swiftly back to sleep.
His two cats took up their positions once more and pretended to be asleep while secretly keeping an eye out for any other threats whatever form they may take.