This short story is a repost from my blog, Polychrome Interest.

I have 3 pictures of Kame and Kroten with cats around my house…none of the cats are mine.

The pictures are quite interesting and I try to make a story out it…it’s just for fun 😉

Once upon of time when cats ruled the world, life for turtles was not easy. Turtles lived in danger of being killed by the cats. The Cat-King loved turtle’s meat and declared that killing turtles for food was not a crime at all. All turtles were living in fear.

One day, a young turtle named Kroten, who had mastered the art of ninja, decided to take an action to fight the tyranny. She set her mind to go fight the Cat-King. On her journey, she met the Cat-General. The cat-general thought that Kroten looked so delicious. He was eyeing her, thinking of the best way to eat her.

This yellow turtle looks incredibly delicious” thought Cat-General, “pour butter on her and grilled her for 2 hours is the best way to cook her”. Saliva was running out of the Cat-General Mouth and he lurched at Kroten.

Suddenly, Kroten moved sideways to avoid Cat-general’s attack. She fought the Cat-General fiercely. She used all her techniques to defeat the Cat-General who was 10 times her size. She defeated him and ordered him to take her to see the King.

The Cat-General took her to see the Cat-King. The Cat-King was a handsome cat, but he was very vicious. Kroten challenged her to a duel … the ultimate duel.

If you defeat me, you may eat me or do whatever you like with me” Said Kroten, “But…if I win, I want you to go away and never come back. I will take over this country. I will rule this country and no turtle should be eaten again.”

The Cat-King thought that Kroten was an idiot, how could a little turtle defeat a mighty king like him? He took the challenge.

The heaven seemed to choose side, the duel had turned into duel between darkness and light.

Kroten used all her power to defeat the King. The fight lasted for days. Both Cat-King and Kroten fought as hard as they could. The turtles were crossing their fingers, or should I say their nails, and the cats were cheering for their King.

On the fifth day, Kroten defeated the Cat-King. She had turned the King into a cripple cat. She kicked the king out of the city and took over the palace. However, Kroten didn’t have any desire to become a queen, she was a fighter and she will always be a fighter. Ruling a country was not her job. She gave the position to her older sister, Kame. Kroten chose to be the general of Turtles Army.

Queen Kame ruled the country nicely. She told all turtles not to treat cats badly. Because of shame, no cat dared to walk with their head up when the queen was around.

—The End—


About Novroz

I actively maintained 2 blogs. My personal blog is about things that I love: Turtles, Books, Movies, Music, Larc en Ciel, Muse, Cillian Murphy, The Mighty Boosh and many more. I also help my 3 super cute turtles, Kroten, Papoe and Kurome, to maintain their own blog:

19 responses »

  1. Hmmmm…being a cat I don’t know about this! You would NEVER see ME hang my head in shame! Love, Cody

  2. Binky says:

    I’m glad I’m not a cat!
    That was a nice story.

  3. Nice story and photos! Hope you have a Wonderful Wednesday!

  4. Carol Bryant says:

    Happy BlogPaws Wordless Wednesday!

  5. snoopys@snoopysdogblog says:

    How brave! I’m glad the turtles were safe! 🙂

    Wags to all,

    Your pal Snoopy 🙂

  6. I am still laughing at the way to eat kroten, with butter..BOL Great story.. Come enter out competition 🙂 xx00xxx

    Mollie and Alfie

  7. Alice Audrey says:

    That’s a fun story. I always enjoy the light against dark type.

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