(ooc: Even the title of the fan fiction is making me doubt it T.T anyway!!!! here is the first ever Post done by the Cherishe cat. thought not a long fan fiction, it is still fit for wonderland. Mind that it was supposed to be a starter but the kitty didn't wish for the writing to stop and finally the starter ended up as a fan fiction because of its ending >_>. so yeah enjoy and if you wish to reply to it be my guest, i wouldn't know what to say lol but yeah o.O good luck trying to RP with this Cherishe cat starter/fan-fic lol. Enjoy)
-From meddling hares, to mad hatters, from the tea cups that danced with a simple gist of a tune, to the most bizarre bugs that talked and talked without ever having a way to stop. Yet through out the whole freaking place, there was but a small land where a cat could be a cat, or a grin be nothing but the crescent whiteness of the moon upon the earth's shadows. Perhaps it was the reason why the land was nothing but madness in the eyes of all that wish to see and look upon it, but if it is seen and therefore mad, if it is invisible then surely it is not mad, or perhaps it was just the opposite. Now from some time ago another wanderer made its way across the gates to insanity, to change and alter everyone who had just so calmly learn of their own madness except his own. How dare she! Take away and scatter everyone from their own prisons where they could create their own world and live him alone!
His footsteps were but barely visible upon the yellow road that lead to nowhere but as long as he kept walking it should lead somewhere. Though it is going nowhere and fast, at least he is not stuck somewhere but rather going nowhere were it is not there. Walking and walking to explore the deeper parts of the world people called wonderland, perhaps in the deepest part of it can he be saved from the insanity ridden world that people called wonder. In such a place there may be peace at last because he will no longer be there, not himself anymore then again he was already not himself and just small fragments of his own body. But within the insanity of deeper understanding that knows no rules in wonderland perhaps there he will find what he has lost, his own void. In there he will no longer have to worry about himself because he will no longer be there and therefore he will not be worry of anything at all, but be at peace with his own stupidity of being nothing but mad
MAD! He said, surely everyone was mad here but what did it meant to be mad the purple cat thought to himself. Surely he was wagging his tail as he walked but since it was not there to begin with then there was no tail to wag. When a cat who is mad wags its tail then surely they are mad, but if the tail is not even there then where has the madness gone off to but in the mind of this dumb cat that only wagged its tail to himself. Then could it be that he was mad at himself! No no no, he was but only angry at himself for being stuck with all those impostors who dare called themselves mad, well at least the hatter had the decency to call himself mad, so there was no problem there, or at least he thought. Such vulgar words as angry and mad that mean so many things that are nothing alike but the human speech equivalents them equally, stupidity is the race of the human, such as the girl who came to mess up this world. If words did not exist everything will be so simple, a meow here and there and finally food will appear! Such was his disgrace to have learn the human speech, surely he was mad for having learned it! But not at himself no no no! He was not mad at himself.
HE was ANGRY, but not mad, and thus he wagged his tail only for him to know even though he was not a cat for not having a tail. Madness comes from MAD but MAD is angry! To many more, but we are not Angry people! Or further more we are not angry animals! We are simply mad! Such words that are not equal but they speak them the same. Stupid stupid people that make up words so alike and so different but then again they mean the same! They are the mad ones! The angry ones should be the animals! Or at least all that live in WONDERLAND!! said his thoughts as he took a little more than 5 steps. Yes blame the human world for the disgrace of the whole freaking world! But it that were true and he was mad at them, then he will be the sane one and not the other way around. So even like that he could not be MAD at them but be MAD himself, and thus he wags his tail only for him to know.
Step by step his anger grows, no not his anger because he is MAD! MAD! He says or was that a thought. He cannot tell anymore, whether he is insane or simply MAD, sane or angry at himself. What is he but a cat with thoughts. No wonder the man speak of CAT without a GRIN... but then he will not be mad if he was without a grin and there comes the widest grin of them all. Flashing from the moon high above his skull and fur, dancing slowly down the trail of rain until finally the crescent moon falls upon his lips, curving them upper and outwards, like a maniac laughing without control, he has his grin. A cheese coloured moon that is crescent and so delicious for mouses and mice to come and eat out of his teeth that are the small tables upon which they can eat. Dine in little fellows!!!! the menu is you and not me! A grin that is a trap, well the purple cat thought, at least they died with a GRIN!!!! or rather because of a grin he laughed.
His head began to bop up and down and side to side, his tail still that wagged behind his chubby body and his crescent moon grin that followed his lips so closely behind but not quite where his lips should be, moving up and down his face from time to time. Letting the forest become more damp and finally the pouring rain that fell so heavily that his fur began to stand up! What the hell! He thought, shouldn't the rain make the water go down with the hair on his body! But then he realised it all he was INVISIBLE! And only the grin of the moon that hunted for unprepared prey to come in and dine upon his teeth a delicious treat of hamsters and mice! Muwahaha he was craving them already or perhaps a dog or a hare will be nice too. But the pouring rain will make it hard to find prey so late at night. Then again they were all MAD! And when they are mad, surely they come out and play, a grin upon his face that made the crescent moon glow a bright white.
If he was visible then the hair will surely go down with the rain, that is what to be expected! But when the hair is not there to be seen, it is opposite of being there and if everything is opposite of being there or anywhere then the hair must surely be soaking up when the hair upon his body is not visible for the rain to see. And so his conclusion became firm and doubtful. To which the cat stopped and thought about his own damn conclusion. Why should it be doubtful? If it was firm then it must be without a doubt true, or has he gone deeper into the woods where insanity has made him become more mad? But if he was more mad then why is his tail wagging less instead of more faster? Ahhh but he was invisible and the same thing applies to soaking up instead of soaking down and with that it became more doubtful his conclusion but so firm and true that he did not wish to think no more of it.
Took a few more step until finally the rain began to pour like waterfalls upon a tea cup. His eyes that danced from one place to the next to wonder why the water was not drowning him in his place and then he realised it once again! He was not there but instead going somewhere that lead to nowhere and therefore nothing that was even there could affect him because he was after all not there. The tea cups that banged against each other and then the giant lips that moved against his small chubby body as the place was drained of all the water that had become a tea cup and nothing else.. so this is where the deepest parts of the land lead to, where the hatter would drink and sip from his tea like a waterfall without end, upon his body that never drained? And now him too began to be swallowed whole upon the river of the tunnel that made up his body. The animals around that waved hello! And farewell because he moved farther down than anyone until finally he was at the edge of the autumn forest where ahead lied the clear days of summer and spring. So there was something beyond the forest where insanity lead to that was not the hatter.
He moved more and more with tiny steps, wait why was he so tiny all of a sudden, had his feet gotten smaller for some unknown reason? He could not for the life of him figure out the reason to it, perhaps he was just not there. And so he continued onwards, the grin upon his face of the crescent moon began to get heavier and heavier with each step. He could not see why all the commotion was about until his eyes had to look down and realised what had happened. Like a boat, the crescent moon had trapped some of the water from the forest upon his curved grin that he had on his lips. His head tilted to the side until the water drained slowly from the end of his grin but not completely. Frustrated and once again MAD he began to wave his tail furiously and shake his head up and down and side to side. Finally he gave up and simply turned his whole head around to let the water drain from his now frown crescent moon lips. He felt sad now in this position to be upside down.
No wonder everyone that was sad always felt under the rail, because the water drained upon them from the frowning moon and with that thought he let his head turn upside once again. His eyes that bounced back and forth like marbles until finally they began to rest in their rightful place thought the left eye still kept dancing and he poked his eye with his paw and stuck his pupil in the right part of his eye socket-
-he finally spoke in his unusual voice, scolding the dot that with a now frightened attitude stayed in its rightful place and look ahead to the summer breeze. His body changing positions between invisible and being there. Like becoming whole he walked with a more uptown attitude, though he felt something just so strange thumping at his heart. The grin upon his lips seem to tug away from him as well, and grabbing on tight with his paws he began to walk on two legs and his grin to stay upon his face, he forced it to stay there no matter what. A mouse! It came, but gone so fast it was. Yet delicious its blood smeared across the moon upon his face that grinned still thought trying to get away. The drips of blood that marked his trail, looking back with just one eyes, oh well at least I know how to get back the purple fluffy cat thought. To where he was heading only the path knew, to nowhere it said or at least that is what he told the girl. Which girl did he speak of? There was no such girl! Only humans to him he thought were they called girl, to him that he was but a cat they usually refer to them as people with food! But that girl so childish and what a brat! Not even a single mouse did she offer him, though he was playful and nice in advice, not even a mouse nor any mice upon his lips. Instead he had to hunt and trap like some mere CAT!
What was he thinking? He was a cat, but not any cat because he was not all there. Perhaps just the C or the A even the T sounded nice to just be one, make it easier to say than his own name. But to make it sound nice he should call himself the Cheshire cat, it started out with a C and it came from nothing but a grin! Yeah that is who he was, long long ago he thought when he was still living up in that tree where he met the hatter and the hare, the girl and the queen of spades? Why in the world would he ever think of a playing card? Perhaps the joker was a better suitor to meet. And finally with that thought he looked upon a tree. A tree with a pistol upon its branch? Now wasn't that just the weirdest of acts? But like everyone said already to him and her, it was all pure madness! And with that he stepped into the center of insanity, the deepest part of the wonderland.
And at the end of the path that lead to nowhere at all, he finally came to the end. His eyes looked up at the moon that was whole again, the water from the leaves that dripped slowly with a demonic tune that seem to frighten even him the cat of no fear what-so-ever. He laughed with a maniac voice at his own stupidity and thoughtful reason as to where he had reach from so far into wonderland. His laughter echoed so far away and so great beyond that he could not help but cry from such a way, the voice of his lips that craved for laughter, more laughter that made him more insane.-
-his eyes full of rage and MADNESS of them all, he had reached his peace, he was no longer insane nor mad, he was sane and full of truths. He was right all along, in his very core he was freaking right and finally at the end of it all, he knew that he was only but a kitten inside wonderland. He grabbed his paw to the pistol that was next to the tree, pulling back the trigger and the chamber up to his head he laughed and laughed knowing that he had learned the truth, they were all just a bunch of freaking...-
-and with that finally at his peak, a loud BANG-
