This is my submission for Delectably Devious Tales.
Stooped atop a brick roof, a midnight black cat shivered slightly. Tonight, he would be turning 13, a rite of passage age for his kind. Not only would he soon face the pains of puberty, face acne, and hormones, but his Spirit Name would be decided by the moon, too. However, he was scared; would the moon think him worthy of a gallant title or just a pitiful leftover? The cat elders commonly called this "triskaidekaphobia," but he dubbed it being a scaredy-cat.
To rid himself of his paranoia, the tween set out to find his answer. He decided to ask his friends, who were situated on a rooftop singing an alley cat cappella. "Try the dumpster down below. People always find useful stuff there," they suggested. Upon digging through said dumpster's trash, the only "useful" things were a rusty horseshoe, a cracked jar of peanut butter, and a cocktail glass. How could this–
His thoughts were interrupted by a loud roar. It should be said that black cats are rejected in the cat and even human community because of their black magic abilities, which makes hanging around them seem like "bad luck." One such bad luck cat just unleashed, by the sound of the roar, a dinosaur into the city. Now, the soon-to-be teen's angst escalated as its giant footsteps sounded ever nearer.
Why this now?
The only way to defeat a black magic-summoned beast was to hold a good luck charm to its heart. The cat knew what to do. As the dinosaur drew closer – it turned out to be a raptor – he threw the jar into the creature's wide-open mouth. Surprised by the sticky substance, the velociraptor didn't notice its prey scamper behind it or hear glass break soon after. So it was surprised, again, by sudden shots of pain from its feet and ended up falling back in exhaustion. Victorious, the cat hopped onto the beast and finished his encounter. The raptor gleamed for a bit, then burst into black sparkles. Before letting out a sigh, the cat realized his ceremony must be starting soon. He started to dash through the streets.
"You were almost late!" the oracle cat scolded, finally commencing the ceremony. The moon revealed itself behind the clouds and cast the two cats in a silvery spotlight. The oracle cat chuckled. "The moon has decided. Your Name, cat, is Lucky."
This was actually really fun to do. Make one too if you please.
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