Chapter 1: Biscuit

In the intricate tapestry of life on Earth, there exists a species of feline that has become an integral part of the human world. This creature, the domestic house cat, is much more than just a pet.

They are, in fact, the true sovereigns of the world. What leads me to this bold statement? It's simple. They have an uncanny ability to manipulate their human counterparts, turning them into little more than servants.

These humans, they toil away to cater to their feline masters. They provide nourishment, engage in play, and are at their beck and call. If this isn't the definition of a slave, then I don't know what is.

As for me, I am known as Alexander the 12th. My birth was heralded by a storm, thunder and rain accompanying my entrance into this wild world. Despite being alone, I battled against the odds and came out on top, asserting myself as the most domineering-

"Hey Biscuit!" A voice from below interrupted my thoughts.

-the most powerful cat this world has ever seen! A lion amongst house cats, that is who I am. That is who I aspire to be-

"Biscuit!!" The voice was louder this time, more insistent.

Frustrated, I sighed. "Insolence!! Who dares to disrupt my vivid daydreams?! Reveal yourself!"

Huffing, I, Biscuit, looked down from my lofty perch on the window sill. What met my eyes was a rather plump shorthair cat lounging on the verdant lawn below.

"You!! Fatty!" I accused.

The rotund cat, unbothered, scratched his head with his foot. "Biscuit, let's play!" he proposed.

Rolling my eyes, I jumped down from my perch, landing with a soft plop on the grassy field.

Biscuit's territory was nestled in the suburban area of a bustling city, a thriving metropolis. Accompanied by his band of friends, he prowled the streets, seeking out adventure and engaging in playful antics.

It was springtime. The air was filled with the melodious chirping of small birds flitting about, their wings fluttering as they chased one another in a playful dance. Colorful flowers were in bloom, their petals, a mix of white and red, floated down from the trees lining the streets. Intermittent patches of sunlight dappled the grass, piercing through the thick foliage of the trees.

In the distance, a human could be seen engrossed in a conversation on his phone, his pet dog trotting alongside him. A gentle wind wafted through the air, carrying with it a blend of the fresh scent of newly mowed lawns and the earthy aroma of fauna.

Upon landing onto the soft grass with a gentle plop, I immediately spun around and swatted Fatty across the face with a swift paw.

"Fatty, what did I tell you about interrupting my meditation?!" I scolded.

Fatty, unperturbed by the reprimand, continued to scratch his chin.

"Oops haha. Sorry, Biscuit, slipped my mind." he apologized nonchalantly.

I sighed, exasperated. How could I have such a thoughtless friend?

"Anyway, what did you want to do?" I asked, changing the subject.

Fatty looked at me and suggested, "Let's go to the park! The sakura trees are in full bloom."

At this, my ears perked up and my eyes sparkled. The vision of myself dueling another cat amidst the falling sakura petals filled my mind.

Without wasting another moment, I started trotting towards the park.

"Hey, wait for me!" Fatty called out, rolling after me.

At the park, the atmosphere was vibrant. It was springtime, so sakura petals were fluttering about in the air. There were humans around, but that was to be expected. Humans are everywhere, after all.

Biscuit and Fatty decided to venture deeper into the park, to a secluded area where they wouldn't be bothered by humans trying to pet them.

They ran around for a while, basking in the warm sunlight, and even dozed off for a bit.

As they were lost in their frolic.

"Just give up. Hand over the jewel and we'll let you go." A threatening voice echoed behind a few bushes.

Intrigued, both Biscuit and Fatty popped their heads through the foliage.

There, they saw three coarse-looking cats surrounding what appeared to be another feline.

"You're overestimating yourself." A soft, gentle voice retorted.

As the rough-looking cats continued to circle the feline in the middle, an opening revealed itself. We got a clear view of the cat in the center.

I was taken aback.

She was the most beautiful creature I had ever laid eyes on. Her gentle eyes, fair paws, soft-looking fur, and graceful curves - everything about her was simply purrfect.

Emblazoned on her forehead was an emerald green jewel, the apparent target of these thugs.

My daydreaming was interrupted by Fatty, who kept nudging me.

"Hey Biscuit, I think we should get out of here... They look mean..." Fatty mumbled, a scared expression on his face.

"Absolutely not! We have to aid her! We could hardly call ourselves men if we abandoned a damsel in distress!" I declared.

With this statement, I leaped out of the bushes.

"Hey, you villains! How dare you gang up on a single girl! Have you no shame?! Justice shall prevail- huh?" I announced, striking what I thought was a cool pose.

All four cats were initially startled by my sudden appearance.

The beautiful female cat was quick to recover. In a whirlwind of motion, she managed to subdue all three of the thug cats.

Before I could finish my tirade, the three menacing cats had already been knocked unconscious and were sprawled on the ground.

I stood there, mouth agape, awestruck by this pretty cat's prowess.

I was caught between laughter and tears. Did she even need my help?

She landed gracefully in front of me and slowly raised her head.

When our eyes met, I couldn't help but mutter in awe.

"So beautiful..."

The pretty cat spoke in a light tone.

"Thanks for providing a distraction. It gave me an opening."

Jolted back to reality, I puffed out my chest and replied,

"No need for thanks, fair maiden. It was the least I could do. Might this humble one know your name?"

She graced me with a smile.

"My name is Xi Ling, of the Xi sect. And you are?"

I felt a surge of elation.

She enjoys roleplaying as well?! This is simply too perfect!

I looked off to the side, adopting what I believed to be a nostalgic pose capable of winning any lady's heart.

"My name is Alexander the 12th-"

I turned my gaze back to her, only to find her looking at me rather strangely.

"-but my friends call me Biscuit."