Apology Accepted
--Cat POV--

It's been a few weeks since we planned our KTBBB action plan. What does it mean?
K-kick
T-the
B-big
B-boss'
B-butt.

Yeah... the last part really wasn't that nessesary but Rhelms liked the idea anyway. HapPy had created a solution to our Marek problem--tie him up in Harpy's lead. Again, we could have just caged him along with us but he insisted it would be more fun to chase him in a forest if he gets away. Seriously, is that dog even thinking? He almost got killed by Marek and he wants to play tag with him? His crazyness really is getting into him.

HapPy had been packing up explosives and stuff with him. I'm kinda scared about that. Last time, when we had players, HapPy and his player accidentally blew up my house. Accidentally. Plus, he's the last person--dog you'll ever want to use explosives. He's very deadly when it comes to that.

He's way more dangerous if he gets the chance to brew potions, though. He had a potion fight with two witches once, killed my cats with harming, destroyed a whole load of incoming spiders with more harming... yeah. Luckily he was able to get hold of his sanity when the players were gone. But although he's scary with the tnt and stuff, he's pretty good. He had created tons of books about brewing. He has some with him until now-- he brought it along with him before we got sucked up into the void suddenly.

Anyways, as HapPy packed his stuff and his dogs', Rhelms and I had been packing our own stuff. Rhelms was in charge of the navigation because he's been here longer than any of us (except HapPy's wolves. They've been here before Rhelms. I'm pretty sure.)

I still have little trust on this black- eyed goat. I mean, we fought one night and he sat on Haps, but the dog can detect a safe presence around him. So as long as HapPy and the dogs don't get an uneasy feeling, we're fine with him... hopefully.

Today was the day we are to leave. I went outside to wait for the others. Covering my white and pink clothing were some leather armor. I held a torch on my left and a sword on my right. I hid a dagger behind my leather boots, that way, if I'm stuck in a situation, I could use my tail to get the dagger. Pretty cool huh? My leather backpack was kinda heavy as well. Because I have a sheild strapped to it, the bag became a lot heavier. Diamond swords were inside of the bag. Don't get me started on how I got those diamonds. It's a long story.

After a few minutes of waiting, I saw Rhelms pop out of the door. He was wearing some iron pants and boots, but his clothing on top was leather. He was holding three papers which I guess must be the maps we saw last time, a clock, three compasses, and a sword tied to his backpack. He is definetly taking the navigating seriously."Oh, cat! How long have you been waiting here?" Rhelms greeted me as He looked away from his map. I sat down on the grass and replied to him like a normal friend should be."Oh, not that long, about twenty minutes." I shrugged.

He stared at me blankly."Seriously?" He asked."Twenty minutes is short?"

"Well I guess, it is a little long but pondering while waiting made it seem short." I explained.

"Speaking of waiting, have you heard or seen from HapPy?" He asked me in a casual tone. I shrugged again.

"Maybe he's--!"

My statement was cut off by voices coming from inside.

"You really are a traitor!"

"Come on, you tried to kill me!"

"That's because you ARE a traitor!"

"How did I become a traitor if you became bloodlust?!"

"You freed the agent of Undelle!"

"So what if we free him? He's kind and he's nicer than you--!"

"See?! HE'S MANIPULATED YOU! YOU ARE A TRAITOR! BETRAYER!"

"Jeez! Calm down..."

"I AM CALM!"

"You don't sound calm, Santa bear!"

"I AM, UN-HAPPY!"

"Oh you DID NOT just call me that. BETRAYER!"

"NO YOU'RE THE BETRAYER!"

"NO YOU!"

"NO YOU!"

"NO YOU!"

"NO YOU!"

"NO ME!"

"NO IT'S ME!"

"See, Marek? You admitted it!

"Free me, HapPy so I can decimate you!"

"Marek, who would be stupid enough to fall for that?"

"You!"

"Oh, you annoying white furball!"

The argument kept on going on and on across the door. I saw slapped my face in annoyance while Rhelms placed his hoof on his mouth, trying not to laugh.

For a long time, the argument won't stop. We feared it won't when we heard a *wham* and all became suddenly quiet. HapPy came out a moment later with Marek tied up, next to him, sleeping."What an outrage!" HapPy shreiked in anger."The brat here called me unhappy!" He said, pointing to the sleeping Marek, who has a lump on the forehead.

"HapPy," Rhelms began."What did you do?" He asked as he examined the out cold tied up body of Marek. HapPy shot a glare at the sleeping body.

"He kept insulting you, me, and Cat. He kept calling us traitors. And he called me UN-hapPy. UN-HAPPY." He clenched his paws."That's why I lulled him to sleep, with my giant brewing book that I had the whole time!" HapPy showed us a thick book that looked old but was very durable and... painful?

Rhelms snorted, trying not to laugh at the fact HapPy was called unhappy. Happy and Harpy growled at Marek.

"So, should we go now?" HapPy asked as he looked up at the sky. It was still bright noon. We could travel for long.Rhelms nodded. NODDED.

"We best get going." He said as he pointed at three horses, we didn't see. HapPy and I looked at him and the horses at amazement.

"Wow, Rhelms. Is this the reason why you were gone for four days?" I asked, staring at the white horse."Yes, Cat." He said, patting a black horse. HapPy stared at the brown horse as it stared back at him."Ooh! Browns my favorite! Can I keep him?" HapPy pleaded in front of Me and Rhelms with puppy eyes. Rhelms nodded. AGAIN.

Upon seeing the approving face of Rhelms, HapPy leapt up to the sky and amazingly and gracefully, he landed on the horse on a setting position. Rhelms carried Marek's body and placed it behind HapPy. Harpy and Happy teleported to the horse.

"Do you think they can keep up?" HapPy asked Rhelms in a worried tone. Rhelms smiled."Wolves like these may be slower than the horse, but the sure can run fast!" Rhelms reassured HapPy as he patted both the dogs on the crown of their heads."Plus, if their owner goes to far, they teleported to their master's side. No worries, HapPy"

I hopped on the white horse that looked so beautiful as the sunlight touched it's shiny mane. The horse did a standing position, making a 'niyeeeeeh' sound.

Before we began our journey, HapPy went off his horse and destroyed a glowing red torch and hopped back on."It's our home security." He said as he placed the torch in his pocket."It's may not be good in redstone but this trap will make sure no intruders can get out. ALIVE." I stared at him very uncomfortably."Um... Good job?" I stammered. Rhelms stared at us and continued on.

Rhelms sat on the black horse and looked at me and HapPy."All set?" He asked me."Yep." I reeplied. HapPy was making a short list of his stuff.

"Bag, check. Sleeping Marek, check. Ssddle, check. Extra leads, check, two dogs sitting in front of me, check-- wait, what?" HapPy stared at two dogs sitting in front of him, making cute faces while wagging their tails."Aww.... oh well, I guess they fit." HapPy laughed."All set!" HapPy said as his horse began to gallop. Rhelms' horse began to gallop as well as mine.

Isn't it weird that noobs or pros or everybody knows how to ride a horse already? Weird...
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Forest of the Witches- Outskirts
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"Here we are!" Rhelms exclaimed as we made our horses slow down."The forest of the witches!" Rhelms said as he hopped off his horse and placed down a fence gate. I saw HapPy do the same too. Guess we'll have to tie the horses up.

I placed down a fence pole and tied My horse's lead to it."Be good, buddy." I said as I patted the Horse's white head. HapPy looked at the time."Guys, we won't go far. It's sunset." HapPy pointed at the sun. It was red from a distance and it felt like the dark was coming in fast."Guess we'll have to camp in for the night." I said, placing down some logs for HapPy to light up.

He got some flint and steel, and lit up the log, just in time because it finally became dark. HapPy's dogs were still on the brown horse, on guard for anything coming our way. The three of us sat around the fire, looking at the night sky.

For a long time, we just sat there, thinking of stuff, until HapPy pulled out three sticker and four peices of string.

He placed two sticks up vertically, sticking close to the campfire. The two sticks were opposing each other across the campife. He then pierced the third stick with steak. After that, he placed the stick horizontally on the other two. He then tied up each of the edges with two peices of string.

"Taa daa!" HapPy exclaimed as he pointed at his work with pride. I scoffed at him."That won't taste yummy, Haps." I discouraged home in a joking manner. He glared at me.

"Hey! Home made food tastes better than a fast food 'Steak-out!'" He said, laughing. I know that pun didn't make sense, but seriously! Can he stop this for let's say... a year?!

I slapped my face in annoyance and pulled out an apple and but it. Who knew apples tasted better than i thought? As me teeth sank deeply into the apple, I pulled out a good chunk of it. I felt apple flavored liquids sink into to my tiny cat fang and-- wait. I sound like a vampire now, do I?

I guess HapPy waiting for his food and me devouring the apple made Rhelms hungry as well. He pulled out grass from his pockets and began nibbling it. We ate silently, perhaps we were thinking of the same thing-- staying quiet to see if we hear or see anything suspicious, because, well, we are in a forest full of Witches and other undead, creepy crawly, and explosive beasts, so we best have to minimize our noise.

We ate silently, keeping guard of our surroundings. We were at the edge of a forest. And it's full of witches. And we have a completely bright campfire. And the witches are attracted to light because unlike some mobs, they have an actual, functioning brain.

I sighed. The fact that we are in this situation is making me agitated. Witches. Yuck! Their horrible smell, I think it's perfume-- made of rotten flesh and the smell of feces.

And their mole. Their big, enormous, disturbing mole. Nobody knows if it's even a mole. Is it a pimple? A lumpy side effect from all those potions? I am too disgusted to care. I tried to forget it by chewing some more on my apple. That thing is going to haunt me forever. Not the fact that they are extremely deadly, but the fact they're  murderous, evil mobs with their wrinkly skin and-- I'm shutting that out of my system as well...

I spent my time, swallowing the remains of my food, trying to imagine cute little ponies, when I felt the presence of movement with my sharp hearing. It sounded like... someone groaning in pain silently. So silent that almost no one can hear it.

I hastily stood up, drawing out a sword, staring at the exact location where the noises had been coming from-- our horses. I crept closer to the two still figures in the dark as HapPy and Rhelms gave me a 'what on earth are you doing' look.

Either I was being paranoid or not, I still felt unsafe. Not knowing what is beyond the dark can send shivers up your spine, you know?

Rhelms stood up as well, his fluffy arms emitting a purple glowing letter like object. It must be a rune or something. Well, that's something you don't see everyday. A magical goat. Oh well. He's useful anyways. That's what matters.

The rune provided us with little light, allowing me to see a blanket, moving as if it's a sack that had trapped tiny people, desperate to get out.

I gulped. Yeah, I'm not really ready to die yet. I mean I've been only here for like... 3 weeks? I would expect myself to live longer than that. I am a cat, after all. I have nine lives.

Cat, stop thinking like that! I screamed inside me. That's just a moving blanket. Nothing scary.

I was about to calm down and pull the blanket away, when the blanket started moving and groaning suddenly that I yelped. Talk about reassuring...

The blanket began to shake violently that it fell off the horse with a loud thud, and a scream of pain at the same time, scaring the horses, which began screaming violently, standing on its hind legs, dropping all the stuff on its back.

The horses were about to run away when two gray-like liquids in a bottle splashed on the two screaming horses, knocking them out to sleep.

Glancing to the direction the potions came from, I saw HapPy, who was standing up, still in his potion throwing position.