The Chosen One (one shot ig)
"What kind of animal is Stowm King?"
"What happened to your horn?"
"Do you have any new fwends?"
The foals' questions have tingled Tempest, from her cerebrum to her spinal cord. Tempest sighed at the questions swirling about her, accompanied by more snow. As she finally turned to face the foals, the snowflakes illuminated around them.
"That's not something you should ask Tempest, little ones." Tempest said coldly. "You want to to be in Satan's naughty list?"
"Wasn't it Santa?" The foals tilted their heads. Tempest's eye twitched, looking at the foals' innocent, but irritating. Tempest was tired, tired in fact, all she wanted to do was lie down with or on something comfy. Just as she wanted. But all she had to do was educate friendship across Equestria and to never fret for the silly yet manipulative Storm King, whose remains was pounded to dust, and used as gunpowder, or stored in urns for the former Storm King's workers, including Tempest herself.
"Now, now, kids.." An elder mare approached the foals. "It's almost night time, and it's about time for dinner. Let's give Tempest some time so she won't be hungry."
"How about we eat with Tempest? Like always!!" The foals cheered.
"Sorry, kiddos." Tempest said. "But it's time to get myself food of my own." Tempest walked away with her saddlebag, not turning back to the sad foals behind her.
And there she was. Alone again. Much like a lily in a lilypad alone. Similar to a cloud in an open sky. Grubber remained in Ponyville for "disciplining" with the Storm King's erstwhile troops.
Foals walked by, having fun with a large, spherical Christmas decoration. Her past flashed before her eyes. The ball. The bear. The horn. The abandonment.
"You will notice someone's disappearance, but people hardly ever notice newcomers." Tempest mumbled. "What a twisty life." Tempest walked, and walked and walked, until the tall pine trees fade into a thick sheer of snow.
The music fades into silence, and Tempest hears the last verse.
"Until the end of time..."
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Tempest walks into a pile of wood, that traces in some sort of trail. The wood was mixed in several colors, a lot leading to an unknown destination, some swept into the snow. Tempest continued walking, until a strange, muffled sound, was heard in the big puff of cloudy snow.
"...mrow."
Tempest puts herself in fighting stance, her glare sharpening as she turns to the small snow hill. The sound was made again.
"mrow.."
Tempest sniffed the pile of snow. She observed if they were any prints of steps from anypony, or any creature. There was a fresh scent of...catnip? There were grains of greenish yellow grains left in the snow, along with strands of...hair? Another sound was made...*hiss**hiss*?
Tempest digs through the snow..then a fluffy stick pokes out! Tempest stood back, her eyes focused on the weird, long, thick, furry rod.
"...mrow."
Sounds like it came from a deeper portion of the snow. Tempest digs up more snow, to reveal...pink beans? Tempest raised her eyes brow, seeing these small little pods on the ground. The moment a tiny snowflake landed on it, a pair of 5 claws emerged. Tempest immediately dug out the stuffy, mysterious object, as it squirms out: "MEOWW!!".
Tempest's eyes widened, and threw it in the near by pile of snow. Tempest loudly huffed, when all of a sudden, a ticklish feeling startled her on the base of her tail. Tempest's skin shivered, and her ears tingled, turning to the small creature with a death glare.
"Did your mommy teach you that?!" Tempest yelled. The tinny-winny one replied with a loud meow. Tempest swings her flank, throwing the critter once more. The critter blinked its eyes, its mouth gaping open, and their paws wandering around the snow.
The creature let out a loud "MEOW", as more fuzzy heads popped out of the Snow, being the same critters of many diffrent colors. They turned to Tempest with glowing eyes, and started approaching her.
"Holy mother of Celestia."
The cats squeaked, and ambushed Tempest with fuzziest of cushions, and wet-tiest of licks and nibbles. These...¿37? cats have more fur than Grubber had!
"Where are your parents?! You kiddos already have a whole fucking army?!" Tempest exclaimed, now stuck in the kittens' grasps.
Tempest was now in a cabin. FULL OF DAREDEVILS. Tempest now had a table full of cats, a bed full of cats, a frickin' floor now taken over by the cute felines. Tempest stared at her poncho and scarf, now full of holes and scratch marks. Tempest seethed in anger, and hissed at one of the kittens, lightly shoving it away. The cat looked confused, its eyes rarely transfixed.
The young kittens were very talkative. They begged for food and made those random pounces and growls. The elderly ones continued to scatter shedded fur on Tempest's body and bed. Tempest heavily growled, turning to the cat, glaring at the corner of her table.
The cat stared at her, its eyes expanding, with the same look as Tempest did. This little panther-like critter mumbled weird sounds as if it was chanting. Tempest growled, her teeth gritting. The cat roared and pounced on her muzzle. Tempest gasped, and held the kitty tight, pulling it away. "YOU SON OF A-- ACHOO!" Tempest sneezed, a puff of the kitten's wooly fur landing on her muzzle.
A cat pushes a paper box of tissues. with its head, making eepy sounds. The cat puts a paw on the tissue box, and turns to Tempest with a meow.
"Oh..." Tempest stared at the cat. The cat's eyes twinkled in pure innocence in the oil lamp's bright shine. Tempest seemed possessed under the cats gaze, as the critters' pupils expanded, shining brighter like little dots of stars outside the world. Tempest took a sheet of tissue, and blew her nose, making some cats startled and stare at her.
Tempest went to the stove to prepare dinner. Of course, a few cats joined along. The little helpers pushed to Tempest the ingredients for tonight's meal. Once again, the pure innocence continued to attract Tempest, having to be proud to have responsible youngsters like them.
"Looks like you guys are in the nice list." Tempest said, while a few cats fight behind her. Tempest gazed into the cat, as she slowly fell into heaven. A cat with missing limbs, and ear approached her in a pitiful manner. The cat wiggled their remaining parts, trying to shove forward the ingredients loke all the other kitties had.
Tempest had a sense of deja vu, as if she has seen this in her life, or has put it into replay. The little one approached to Tempest in sorrow, waving its half-broken tail. Two cats began to surround the cat and nibble them. Tempest turned to them, and hissed. The picks up the critter, and began to pet its pillow-textured fur.
While the macaroni was still getting prepared, she gently wrapped the kitty in a blanket, like newborns would be in. The young one gazed at her broken horn.
"See? You're just like me." Tempest softly said with a smile. The eepy baby let out a squeak. "Should I name you after the pone who just saved you?" Tempest laughs. The cats gathered in for the treat, and Tempest filled each plate with milk, one for each group.
"There. Your first Christmas dinner." Tempest said. The cats meowed in unison, a noisy chatter in the air. They sounded very proud, while there were probably strays out there who can't even get food of their own. Tempest sat in the table, and ate her own dinner.
"Fizzy. That could be your name." Tempest said. The cat waved its remaining limbs with a "mrow!" coming put of its mouth. "If I can't use that name, you can, hm?" Tempest spoke to the cat, responding with two blinks. Tempest was the happiest mare of all Equestria.
After dinner, she immediately wrote in her journal. It was a bunch of quotes she has made up throughout her journey. One after another being inspired by the books she read throughout the libraries she wandered. One quote being, "Every journey has its final day. Don’t rush." and the other, "Don't let their social status intimidate you. Be strong and act like you're their equal."
This time, she wrote, "Friends are like souls in one body," she then continued, "don't get hurt, because it will hurt me too."
Every cat she had rested in a single bed, leaving Tempest to be surrounded with a bunch of stuff toys. Tempest kissed every kitten good night, wrapping them in their favorite garlands, and ribbons.
Tempest now had little helpers decorating the little abode in Christmas decorations, having to name them each by Christmas terminologies. Tempest retained the name "Fizzy" to one cat, knowing she isn't the pony being an single island.
One cat mischievously opened the door, giving in an invitation to more stray cats. Tempest stared at the seocnd batch of active critters. "Holy mother of--"
Before you knew it, on the way home, Grubber didn't have lunch.
Author's Note
Grubber is still DEFINITELY her favorite.
