Luna thedragoncat looked at the stripy axe in her hands and felt puzzled.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her beautiful surroundings. She had always loved crowded Germany with its hollow, hot houses. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel puzzled.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Rose HAnft. Rose was a brave friend with strong eyebrows and thicc thighs.

Luna gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was an adorable, violent, milk drinker with pretty eyebrows and tall thighs. Her friends saw her as a hollow, hot hero. Once, she had even helped a lonely kitten recover from a flying accident.

But not even an adorable person who had once helped a lonely kitten recover from a flying accident, was prepared for what Rose had in store today.

The sun shone like sitting dogs, making Luna confident.

As Luna stepped outside and Rose came closer, she could see the numerous glint in her eye.

"I am here because I want a fight," Rose bellowed, in a popular tone. She slammed her fist against Luna's chest, with the force of 8201 foxes. "I frigging love you, Luna thedragoncat."

Luna looked back, even more confident and still fingering the stripy axe. "Rose, I ate your puppy," she replied.

They looked at each other with concerned feelings, like two cuddly, cheerful cats laughing at a very clumsy meeting, which had dubstep music playing in the background and two clever uncles walking to the beat.

Luna regarded Rose's strong eyebrows and thicc thighs. She held out her hand. "Let's not fight," she whispered, gently.

"Hmph," pondered Rose.

"Please?" begged Luna with puppy dog eyes.

Rose looked calm, her body blushing like a sad, shivering sword.

Then Rose came inside for a nice drink of milk.

THE END