This is my first and likely only Eragon fanfic. i was just reading the 1st book, ran across one of my fav lines, looked at my cat, and just HAD to write this. My family and I are always joking around about this cause my cat has like the biggest head a cat can get. Enjoy!

Eragon was bored. There was nothing to do at the moment but sit around and wait from people to make decisions. Most of them included what insane mission he was going to be sent on next.

What is wrong little one? Saphira asked

I miss Brom. Now that I know he's my father I wish I could talk to him more than ever.

All you have are memories now.

Aye.

Eragon looked boredly at a cat that was walking by. It sat down and started licking it's paw. A thought flitted across his mind about something Brom had once told him. It was sometime after he had learned about his magic.

"I suggest starting with a cat, they have the most interesting personalities." Eragon shrugged, having nothing else to do and reached into the cat's mind.

Help these days are so hard to come by. They're always talking about some big bad guy who's controlling their lives and forget to feed me. ME! Their owner! Insubordination I tell you. I am a superior being to them and they ignore me because they're too busy worrying about their own pathetic lives. Hmm, my paw's dirty.

Lick lick lick. Those humans. Honestly. One day I'll stop protecting them for not doing their job right and then we'll see what happens. If they think this evil King is bad, wait till the meet my claws. Ugh, look at me. A queen should not be as dirty as me. Must clean. Wait! There's a rat.

The mood of the cat went from indignant to hunter in an instant. Eragon felt the feelings he would back when he would hunt in the Spine only intensified by much. But instead of the need for food, he felt bare blood thirst.

The cat let out a "meow!" and pounced on the poor rat. A swipe of the paws and a jaw on the neck and the rat couldn't move. The cat took pleasure in torturing the rat slowly to death flipping it up in the air and batting it around like a toy. Eragon winced as he felt the rat's life force die. Once gain he reached out to the cat's thoughts.

Now that's the reason why I'm more of a force to be reasoned with than that Kingy dude thing.

Eragon shook his head. Brom was defiantly right. Cat's did have an interesting personality

Please review! This was a plain humor fic so please no flames.