Nekotalia!Iggycatxreader

    You tiredly licked your shoulder wound. You gently lowered your battered body to the cold nasty ground. You closed your eyes, trying to block out the overall pain you felt. You prayed for your life to end now. Your once beautiful (fur/color) fur, was now drenched with blood from your wounds. Your body frame was scrawny, and you bones where showing. Your stomach growled with pain, you’re heavily bleeding wounds screamed with a burning pain. Your eyes wanted to droop shut, but something in you wouldn’t let you die. So you laid on the ground exhausted and suffering. Heavy footsteps sounded near you. You cracked your eyes open and you looked up. A human with shaggy blonde hair and pretty emerald green eyes stared down at you. “The poor thing,” he said to you. He knelt by your side and carefully rubbed behind your ears. You hadn’t enough energy to flinch away from the human. “The poor love,” he said sadly, “Stay here alright. I’ll be back in a moment,” he stood and left. You almost laughed to yourself; it didn’t look like you could go any ware anyways. Yet as he promised the man returned to you. Something that looked like a basket was in his hand. “I must apologize in advance love,” he said, trying to move you into the basket, without hurting you. A small groan of pain echoed from your lungs. “I’m so sorry love,” he soothed quietly. He lifted the basket and started walking home. You closed your (e/c) orbs. The basket was warm and it was slowing rocking you to a nervous tense sleep.

                “Hey… wake up love… come little one you can wake can’t you?” you heard a British voice ringing in your ear. Your (emerald/muddy/ocean/lavender) orbs fluttered open. You moaned a little. A white furred cat with a brown patch over his one of his emerald eyes, stared down at you, concern in his eyes. “Your awake,” he said, “That’s good,” you tried to sit up, but he gently pushed you back down. “You’ll hurt yourself poppet,” he warned. “W-where am I?” you asked, that sudden fear of being attacked again. “You’re at my home, my master wants to help you,” he told you, “I’m Iggycat by the way,” “Thanks,” you murmured, wanting to go back to sleep. “Do you have a name love?” he asked. You shook your head as best you could. The human appeared in the room with a bottle of strange liquid and a cloth. You heard the human speaking but the ringing in your ears blocked out most of the sound. You were surprised you, you could hear Iggycat speaking to you. “This will hurt, but it’ll make you better,” he warned. You almost snorted in amusement. You doubt anything could hurt worse than the pain you felt in your shoulder. Yet again you were wrong. The pain you felt as the cloth touched your skin felt worse than when you were dying in the street. Iggycat licked your forehead gently. As the human pressed the cloth against your wounds, you could see the wheels in the human’s head turning. The person wrapped a soft white cloth around the wounds covering your body. “Now how about a name love?” the human asked, bending down to get down to your eye level. You meowed softly, in response your stomach growling. “I think filling your stomach is more important,” he laughed slightly and set a food bowl down next to your face. Awkwardly you buried your face into the bowl, eating hungrily.

                Once your stomach was full, the human lifted you and took you into another room. “Now what to call you?” the Brit pondered setting you on his lap. Iggycat was quick to follow. He leapt up onto the leather couch and peered at you. Great interest in his forestry green eyes. “How about I call you _____?” the human asked. You meowed happily. That were the sweetest name you’d ever been given. “T-thank you,” you meowed softly. Iggycat gave you a small curious smile, “It wasn’t a problem, love. Arthur and I don’t mind,” your eyes closed at you laid your head against Arthur’s leg. Something you had once called purring bellowed from your throat. It had been a long time since you had truly let out a hearty, real world, purr. You felt a hand, assumedly Arthur’s, run across your body, avoiding the bandages. The ringing in your (fur/color) fur colored ears was starting to die down. You felt something curl up next to you. A sharp pain shot through your body, as you tensed up. “Are you alright _____?” Iggycat asked. “Yes, I’m… I’m alright,” you mumbled sleepily. Your eye lids fluttered closed, as you slipped into a foggy sleep.

***************Time Skip thanks to the awesome Prussia. Iggycat’s P.O.V. *********************

I hurried to _____’s side. I nudged her forehead. She instantly flinched away at my touch. ‘The poor dear. I wonder what happened to the little thing.’ I thought. As gently as I could, I began rubbing her good shoulder. I could see the pain in her beautiful (e/c) eyes. She strained to look up at my face. “I-Iggycat are you a-alright?” the poor things voice was hoarse. “Yes poppet. I just wanted to let you know that I’ll be gone for a few hours,” I said. I had to go meet those other bloody nation cats today. I really didn’t want to leave _____ alone, without his person either. Arthur had to meet the other cats’ persons today too. She nodded, slowly closing her eyes again. I watched her fall into a deep sleep again. I licked her forehead and I bounded out the door after my master.

                I laid on the ground listening to the cats chatter on. I jumped when I heard a voice behind me. “’ey mouton noir de l’Europe,” a French voice said, “Jour quite zoday,” “Insulting me in your own langue now huh? Stupid git,” I growled. “We’re all just worry about you dude,” Americat plopped himself down next to me. I let out a low defensive growl. “C-come on I-Iggycat, you c-can tell us a-anything y-you need t-too,” a soft voice murmured. Canadacat had sat down next to Francat. “Piss off, you wankers,” I hissed. “Oooo! Iggycat’s true woman’s comin out,” Americat grinned, “The British dude’s hiding something yo,” “I am not!” I yelped in protest, ignoring the fact that he called me a woman. Hiding _____ from this blokes was the most important thing to me at the moment. Francat snickered, and I swiped at him. “Someone’s a bit pissy today,” Americat meowed. “Can this meeting is over soon?” I groaned, “I don’t want to be surrounded by you blokes anymore,” “S-sorry,” Canadacat stammered. I closed my eyes ignoring them. I felt a strange prickle in my chest. Something was wrong. I wasn’t sure what but I knew _____ might be hurt. Maybe. I didn’t know what was wrong, just that _____ was in danger. Trying not to raise alarm, or suspicion a gradually got to my paws and began walking away from the group. “No need to get zo upset Iggycat,” Francat yowled after me. I ignored the bloke and kept walking. Once out of earshot I broke into a full sprint near my home. With each paw step a something strange twisted in my chest.

                I pushed through cat door. Terror filled me, when I caught the scent of blood. “______,” I meowed cautiously. I meow of pain answered call. I dashed into the living room were the meow came from. _____ was lying at the base of the couch, licking desperately at her shoulder. “_____, love, what happened?” I ran to her side. “I… I don’t know,” she murmured. “Don’t worry love, Arthur will be home soon, I promise,” I said licking her open wound. I wasn’t sure if my promise would be true or not. I just prayed it would. Tiredly she lay her head on the soft carpeted floor. “You’ve eaten today right poppet?” I inquired; worried that I could still see her bones. “Yes,” she meowed pain in her (e/c) orbs.

-Back to you: Few minutes early-

                You lay on your side licking desperately at your shoulder wound. It had reopened when you tried to return to the couch. It felt horrible, plus the pounding on your skull only made it worse. Normally when you got hurt you’d just lay there but now you had a reason, at want to continue on living. “____!” you heard Iggycat calling your name. You were going to reply but all you could manage a painful meow. The worry in his voice made your heart jump. You saw the Scottish Fold bounded to your side. “______, love, what happened?”  “I…  I don’t know,” you lied. You had gotten off the couch to eat and when you’d come back you tore you gruesome shoulder wound. “Don’t worry love, Arthur will be home soon,” he promised you, as he started licking the wound on your shoulder. You laid your head on the ground exhaustedly. Happy that you had a break. “You ate right?” he paused for a moment. “Yes,” you blinked, the pain in your shoulder defiantly going to kill you.

                Your eyes where feeling heavy, as you heard Arthur walk in the house. Regret started to fill his emerald eyes as he left your side to get the human. After a few moments Arthur and Iggycat returned to the room. Arthur bent down to you for a second then left to get that weird smelling liquid and again the cloth touched your skin. And again it burned. He quickly wrapped you up, and set you gently on the couch. “You’ll need to watch her more closely now Iggycat,” Arthur said. Then he walked out of the room. “Thank you,” you said softly. “Anything for you poppet,” he curled up next to you. All you wanted was to sleep, something was keeping you awake. Raising your head slowly you saw three cats where watching you from the window. They were laughing. You could hear three different laughs.

“Ohonhonhonhon!”

“Kesskesskesskesskess!”

“Fusosososososo!”

                Blinking awake you noticed that you weren’t lying next to Iggycat on a comfy couch. You were in the middle of a forest. Why… why where you here? But that’s when your worst fear had come true. You’d become too much for Arthur to handle. While you and Iggycat slept, he took you and left you here, thinking you would have died. Standing up shakily, you had to keep moving. Before something found you. Yet that dream failed, the scent of your blood had attracted one of the worst predators. A wolf. There was no way would be able to escape it. But your instincts told you to try. Before you knew it your legs were flying underneath you.

    “Love!” a faraway voice was shouting to you, “Come on wake up poppet,” You bolted up gasping. “_____,” Iggycat breathed in relief. “I-iggycat?” you meowed. Your body was trembling. “Your safe now love. What ever happened wasn’t real, it was just nightmare,” he promised you. Slowly you came to the realization that it had all be a dream. That Arthur still wanted you to stay and a wolf was not trying to kill you. “It’s alright love,” he pressed his head against your own. Slowly you were taking in deep breath. “It… It was only a dream,” you whispered. “_____,” Iggycat said. Your (e/c) met his emerald ones. “I… I love you,” he said quickly. He shuffled his paws together nervously. You pressed your head underneath his chin, resting your head on his chest. “I love you too,” you murmured. You smiled now that you had finally found happiness.