Tuesday 7 November 2023


Claws of Terror ©BionicBasil® Adventure Story

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Claws of Terror is an action-packed and immersive adventure that takes mew on a journey through a world of danger and excitement. With vivid and detailed descriptions of the intense battles and spine-tingling encounters, the story draws mew in, making mew feel as though mew are right there with The B Team, fighting for survival.


If mew missed the start of this brand-new adventure click the link below:

Chapter One

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~ Chapter Two ~


(I must admit that I was still feeling a little worse for wear after the excessive pawtying, and I’m no spring chicken anymore, and in that moment I decided I was officially off catnip for the next couple of weeks, at least!)


Pandora emitted a low growl as the figure strode purposefully across the dew-laden grass towards us, in fact on a direct trajectory as wispy mist began to seep out of the ground and rise, swirling just above the pasture. We backed away a few steps, and an owl screeched as it swooped just above us in the growing white haze.

Parsley nearly jumped out of his fur, and I heard the distinct sound of his pantherene claws unsheathing. (For those of mew who aren’t aware of Parsley’s lethal upgrade; many years ago in another adventure, he was exposed to a substance infused with deadly nanobots which gave him four-inch retractable steel claws, that are sharper than any Samuri Sword on the planet.)

The metallic sound echoed in the stillness, and I felt the icy tendrils of fear spread up my hackles and then explode all over my body. I knew I should have brought weapons, but in my catnip-haze, I was completely deluded in my thinking that they would have been an unnecessary burden on tonight’s brief, and what I thought would be a rather benign security sweep.

Pandora whispered, “Basil, whoever that is, has magical powers.”

Parsley hissed, and I murmured. “Do mew recognise the magical signature?”

“No!” she replied quietly. “Though it is extremely powerful.”

“More than yours?” I whispered.

She paused for a moment, then replied softly in her odd, little foreign accent, “No, my powers are vastly superior.”

“Good to know,” I breathed with much relief.

“Thank fluff for that!” Parsley added. “So what’s the plan? This mist is getting thicker and closer, whoever that is, is nearly at the gate, and I can hear the dead cats stumbling across the field.”

Pondering for a moment, I whispered, “First, we need to see what the closest threat is, and take care of that.”

We edged back along the Main Street towards the old 1850s schoolhouse until our backs were against the cold and damp metal railings. The tall figure was at the gate, and it was difficult to see what it was as every time we looked, things blurred, like an interrupted TV signal.

Pandora’s paws were glowing a silvery blue as she drew power from the surrounding ether. Parsley was poised for an attack as his lethal pantherene claws glinted menacingly in the fragmented moonlight.

The only thing I had in my utility vest was a Swiss Army knife, three disrupter grenades, and a pawful of eyebright fizzers. Fizzers are great. They emit a blinding white flash of light when activated, and the disrupter grenades produce an earsplitting squeal which then cycles through distinct tones to disorient and confuse, while great when implementing either of these devices mew obviously need goggles and earmuffs, and right then, in that moment I remembered mine were sitting on my desk in the bunker. “Oh fluffing fluff me!” I hissed in utter annoyance.

“What’s the matter, Basil?” Parsley asked quietly.

“Dude, I can’t use the fizzers or disrupters, as we don’t have any purrsonal protection!”

The gate creaked ominously on its rusted hinges as it opened, and then we heard the rattling click of the metal gate latch locking as it was closed.

I inhaled a breath through gritted teeth. My body was tense, ready to launch into action. Parsley had stepped closer to me, and I felt his tail thrashing and whipping the ground behind us in acute agitation. Pandora had moved closer too, the three of us ready to fight when the thing that I least expected, happened.

The figure was now only fifteen feet away; it had stopped, the cat had stopped and a soft voice said. “Commander Basil, I come in peace.”

Now normally, this would be a great start to a tense and potentially volatile situation, but the voice in question was in my head, and I could feel the magic tingling all over me.

“Basil?” Pandora murmured. “Did mew hear that?”

“Yes, but not in the conventional way,” I whispered.

“Me too!” Parsley concurred.

The voice spoke again, soft and gentle like the caress of a warm breeze of a summer’s eve. “Commander Basil, I come in peace.”

I just couldn’t help myself, and I replied. “I heard mew the first time!” Then added. “Who are mew? What do mew want? And why is there a fluffing great big stone circle in the field? Mew have five seconds before things go south very quickly.”

The voice said succinctly. “My name is Miss Warts, and this is Mogs.” The large cat stepped forward and sat by her side. The blurriness instantly dissipated. Obviously, it was some sort of mild concealment spell, and a human-like woman appeared; her face was pleasant enough, although her eyes, no pupils, were as golden as the sun. She wore a long black cloak and a pointed hat. The unusual material shimmered as it caught the moonlight and then seemed to modify itself and the black became so mat and dense it appeared to disappear, like dark matter. It was so odd.

I quickly turned my attention to Mogs, the cat. He was larger than us, very muscular and sat statue still next to his mistress. He was assessing, watching, learning and the level of menace radiating from his aura was so intense that, in all honesty, I was quite glad they’d come in peace. His piercing emerald eyes, sparked with flashes of gold, like his mistress and his spotted grey fur, was similar to a snow leopard’s markings. It glimmered like liquid silver in the moonlight before changing and turning the blackest of black, so the only thing visible were his eyes glowing in the dark.

‘Jumpin’ fluffing juniper berries,’ I thought, ‘this dude is seriously hardcore, I need to watch him closely!’

Miss Warts spoke again, dragging me out of my brief reverie. “We are here as there is a great evil loose in the world and we need your help, and the stone circle was the fastest way to travel to your dimension from ours, as time is of the utmost essence.”

I didn’t reply for a moment, as I remembered the parchment letter on my desk which had arrived a couple of weeks ago from the Headmistress of Mogwarts Academy of Magical Sciences & Alternative Arts.

Pandora glanced at me and gave me the wink to let me know that Miss Warts or Mogs were not harnessing any elemental power to attack us.

“How do I know mew are, who mew say mew are?” I asked.

“A few weeks ago, I sent you a message asking for The B Team’s help,” she replied. “And then I sent a formal invitation for you to travel to Mogwarts via the portal at the Major Oak in Sherwood Forest.”

“We did get a letter,” Parsley said.

I nodded, but I’d never met Miss Warts before, so at this point I needed more convincing.

Seeing that I was wholly unconvinced, Miss Warts added, “I understand your trepidation in this moment, but I am who I say I am.”

“Tell me where we first met?” I was trying to catch her out.

“Commander Basil, we have never met in person until this moment.”

“True,” I acknowledged. “Tell me how mew learned of me and my team?”

She paused and sighed, “We have a mutual friend in Catopia, I think you know him as Bob, the little fluffy pink creature, and when you met him he was the last remaining Fuzzykin Feline in the universe. You saved his planet, Catopia and the Rainbow Bridge and Realm.”

Parsley and Pandora stared at me, “The Last Big Jolly Adventure!” They said in unison.

I nodded, as apart from us and Bob, who actually lives in another dimension, no one else knew the story.

“How do you know Bob?” I quizzed, still not convinced entirely that this person wasn’t an imposter.

“Bob told me that I would need to give you something to prove who I am,” Miss Warts said and reached slowly into her cloak and pulled out a rainbow velvet pouch. It glided through the air on an invisible wave of magic and hovered in front of me.

Pandora swept her paw near the pouch, feeling the magic, and then she said. “It’s safe to open Basil.”

Taking the pouch and opening it, I pulled out a letter, a pocket photo album, and a small cube. I knew that cube very well.

Opening the letter, Pandora cast a small beam of light so we could read it. Parsley, however, never took his eyes off the visitors.

The letter was written in Catiform, the most ancient of feline languages, and luckily Pandora was an expert.

It read,

My dearest Basil and The B Team

I hope this letter finds mew all well.

I know it has been many years since our adventure, and I am eternally grateful to mew all for saving Catopia and the Rainbow Realm.

If mew are holding this letter, then Miss Warts and her soul familiar, Mogs are with mew in your dimension as there is great evil apaw, which only mew and your team can deal with in the mortal realm, as mew are the only ones who have the expertise in the purrticular field of dealing with ancient demonic entities.

I can vouch that Miss Warts is a highly respected Nisse* from a lineage that spans time and space, and Mogs is descended from the line of the Great Goddess Bastet in Ancient Egypt.

Please help them stop this evil force from taking over your world and destroying everything mew know and love.

Mew don’t have much time, and if mew are still in doubt, I have enclosed a copy of the photo album from our adventure and The Cube of Averon to prove to mew and your team that this is no trick, and that Miss Warts and Mogs are my friends.

Eternally yours


P.S. Good Luck!

P.P.S We must catch up soon!

P.P.P.S. Let’s go on another adventure!

(*Nisse; a type of fairy, although there are many different species throughout the universe. Miss Warts is an Oracle Nisse from the Age of Enlightenment).  

I opened the glittery rainbow photo album and flicked through the pages, and every photograph was there from our adventure in The Last Big Jolly. In that moment, my mind was flooded with technicolour memories and I inhaled sharply. Letting out a long breath, I said finally. “Welcome to Mewton-Clawson Miss Warts and Mogs.”

Parsley nudged me and nodded his head towards Fuskerton. “They’re on the move Basil.”

Pandora hissed and stretched out her paw, sensing through the ether. “There’s even more now. It’s like they’re being drawn here from miles around.”

Miss Warts looked confused, so I enlightened her. “Dead cats are gathering, just over there.” I jabbed my paw in the direction of the shufflers.

She nodded. “It seems that we arrived just in time, and we have much to tell.”

“Let’s get to the bunker before things kick off, as we need to get armed up and make a plan really quick.”

The mist was rolling in really fast, and several strange denser pockets like plump little clouds floating just above the ground appeared and began to move in our direction.

“That’s new,” Pandora pointed at the odd fog clouds which had started to crackle with mini red lightning bolts inside. “We need to hurry. There’s something not of this world happening. Quick, let’s go!”

We turned and ran down the Main Street, when something screeched so loud and a fog cloud barrelled into Parsley, knocking him to the ground.

Parsley cried out, and then everything went cold, not just cold but utterly freezing.


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Guys, mew know how we roll, so many apologies to cut it right there, but we will say, mew'll never guess what happens next - sorry to be a tease! MOL

If mew would like to read Chapter 3, let us know in the comments, as we've got a feeling this is going to evolve into quite the story. However, if mew want to see where it goes, we'll gladly continue a chapter a week, but that is up to mew.

Don't forget to check out yesterday's brand new Cats Have Purroblems Too post, and we'll be back tomorrow with some more Midweek News.

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  1. Do we want to read chapter 3? Are you kidding! I can't wait for next week to find out more. I am so glad the writers block has lifted and you are back a vengeance.

  2. guyz…due we wanna reed chapturr THREE? due we like TROUT? did we speed
    over two ama zonn, two put thiz book on a few chure wish lizt ? EWE can bee sure
    de anzwers YES ! we iz tripull glad that bob sended ewe info, two let ewe noe mizz warts
    and mog iz de reel deel ! 😺🐟‼️de PA ritez de awesumest talez 💙‼️🐟🍀

  3. Yes, yes, yes. Bring on Chapter three. Wonderful.

    Have a fabulous day and week. Scritches to all the kitties and a hug to mom. ♥

  4. Gripping! Yes, we want to see the next chapter!

  5. We agree, we're ready for more too, WOW!

  6. OOH! We can't wait to read Chapter 3! Bring it on, mew guys!

  7. I know you all will be able to save the world. :) XO

  8. I'm certainly ready for more, and glad to be going back and catching up.


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