The day was bright and cheerful. It should have been a great day but it wasn’t at all. For, in the royal graveyard, was a group of people crying. Their was a man wearing a black robe reading out some versus tears rolling down his face as he looked at the grave were the old king was buried. King Huro had been a nice king and had been loved by all. He had been good and kind, but had never married. And he had been in peek condition. That was why it had been a shock when he suddenly had a heart attack the night before. The obvious choice for the throne was his great nephew, Tweetums a yellow canary.
“And his successor is,” spoke the man, who was the royal records keeper. Tweetums smirked and got ready to be called; ignoring a glare he was receiving. The person who was glaring was a young kitten name Cynthia. Cynthia was 6 years old and very smart. She was black and white furred, with a tamed straight blond hair do. She was very pretty and was often said to be a future heartbreaker. She wore black and had puffy green eyes. She had loved the old King like a grandfather and was upset about his passing. Her father, Sylth Vester a black and white cat, cried as well. His green eyes leaked like taps as he listened to the record keeper. His wife, Salmina cried as well, her blond fur shining in the light. Her stomach was very much pronounced showing she was pregnant. “Sylth Vester.” Everyone started in shock. Sylth had been raised by the King but he wasn’t a canary, he was a cat! But then everyone started to cheer as Sylth was much loved in the kingdom. Only one person did not cheer. Tweetums ground his teeth glaring at the cat. He had poisoned the king just the night before and now his plan was ruined. But he would soon be king, if it was the last thing he did.
Cynthia noticed Tweetums glaring at her father. She shot a look at her father, but he didn’t notice. Turning her head once more she looked at Tweetums angrily. She didn’t trust the bird and everyone knew it. But no one believed her. With a growl she vowed to make sure that her father was safe. She didn’t realize how hard that promise was to keep though.
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“Dad! He's trouble!” said Cynthia as she walked with her father. They were taking an inspection of the castle grounds. “I so do not trust him!”
“He is a nice guy Cynth.” Said her father angrily. “Your six, you don’t understand this stuff.” Cynthia opened her mouth to speak but Sylth gave her a glare. “Not another word Cynthia Vester.” He strode away from his daughter as a voice began laughing. Cathrine turned to see Tweetums.
“What do you want Canary?” she asked angrily. Tweetums chuckled and said,
“No one believes you.” He chuckled again. Cynthia glared at him and she said icily,
“Want some light?” she pulled her hands backwards and threw light at him. Tweetums jumped out of the way in shock. “Leave me alone Canary face.” She stomped off to her room angrily.
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“I have proof that King Sylth killed king Huro!” said Tweetums smirking at Cynthia, who stood agape. Sylth shook his head.
“Till this is cleared up, I appoint Salmina as the royal regent of the throne till Cynthia is 14 and old enough to take the throne by her self.” He said glaring at the bird, who now dropped all pretenses and glared back. Sylth turned and left to go to the space pod. Cynthia ran after him. She wanted to say goodbye, but a guard stopped her. They weren’t going to let the future Queen goes near a murderer even if they were related.
“Daddy!” screamed Cynthia, “Daddy!” She continued to scream as her mother walked up and hugged her, tears streaming down her own cheeks. She screamed as the pod flew up and away, knowing she would never see him again.
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Cynthia grabbed her little brother, Sylth Jr. She was going to run away ad he was coming with her.
“Stop, thief.” Said a mono tone voice, Cynthia turned to see an Eggbot, getting ready to shoot. These Eggbots were programmed to obey the ruler of the planet but for some reason they wouldn’t listen to Cynthia.
Cynthia put her brother down and ran out of the palace. She ran hard, her shorts and shirt ripping as she ran through a forest, her hair getting messier and messier. Then nothing was under her feet, she had ran over a cliff. She plummeted down, falling and hitting her head hard. Blackness enveloped her.
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A little black kitten woke up and looked around her, confused.
“Where am I?” she asked. Then it changed to, “Who am I?” She rose up and looked down at her clothes. A white dress and a pair of white slippers, they were ripped and covered in dirt. “This makes no sense.” She said softly. Looking around her she saw only trees and a cliff. “What is this place?” A glint in the sunlight caught her eye. She turned to see a locket on the ground. She picked it up to see engraved on the side a C. “C… Cathrine.” She said softly. She began to walk, glad of her new name not knowing what was going on behind her and not thinking about what lied ahead.
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7 years later…
The Loonatics headed toward planet Blanc Tweetums home. They were excited about becoming galactic guardians.
Tweetums smiled evilly at the group. Rev, who had brought along his girlfriend, a human girl named Bia, was chattering on and on and on about how cool this was. Tweetums shook his head. They were fools. He had a surprise for them and no one could stop it.
On planet Blanc, a figure in a cloak walked around the palace, determined to prove him wrong.
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