Meh first speedpaint!!!!!!!

Faces shocked, scared, and just plain dumbfounded filled the clearing. Blake knew that he just brought this out of the blue, which was kind of stupid. Weary, he nodded and mewed out loud, "Good day," and jumped off the Highrock. It wasn't long before a crowd of chats surrounded him.
"Are toi sure it was him?"
"Really? Is that so?"
"What are we going to do?"
"Is he still alive? Possibly?"
Blake felt as if his ears were about to pop. "Silence!" he yowled at the haut, retour au début of his lungs. "You act as if I know everything. Yes, I am your leader, but really. I can't fix every problem toi throw at me!" and with...

~Emily's POV~

Ironic, how I knew this would probably happen. Of course, something bad happening to me from the machine that made Phineas and Ferb along with Isabella so called "disappear". Now I know the truth, they didn't disappear, this machine turned them into felines!

Glaring at Ferb, he seemed shocked himself. I scanned myself over, seeming I had no injuries ou anything from the shock of the machine. Nope, I was okay.
"Ferb!" I hissed loudly, arching up my back and batting him on the head with sheathed claws. He ducked down, avoiding the blow.
"It's not my fault, I was just trying to get...

~Blake's POV~

I sat there, Lost in my own little world. Nothing going on. No problems. No wits. No nothing. Nothing distracting, nothing at all. Silence. I was deeply enjoying this day, today. Everything was just right. Well, that is, until sunhigh.

"Blake! BLAKE!! Come on, Blake! Let's goooo!!!!!" My apprentice, Phineas, tugged at my ear eagerly. He was excited; this was his first jour as an apprentice of FireClan, and he wanted to montrer everyone(counting his brother and best friend) that he was the best apprentice yet.
I mumbled a few words, trying to soak up some plus sleep. But that didn't...

Same old, same old. 12-year-old Phineas Flynn sat under the brother's shady old oak tree, enjoying the warm rays of the sun shining brightly on his skin. A faint breeze buffeted the air. Summer was turning into fall. This summer had been perfect; Phineas' birthday a week il y a tying it together. But today was the first jour of the last week of his summer, so Phineas wanted this week to be extra-special, the best yet! But what could make this week the best? Phineas and his brother had done so many things! But what could end this wonderful summer? Possibly the best project yet.
Phineas tried hard...

~Isabella's POV~

He did it again. Every day, it's the same thing. "Hey Phineas! Whatc'cha doin'? I'm sick of those words. I'm sick of pretending. I'm sick of him! I have mixed feelings right now; mad and totally upset. I'm sitting here, on the verge of tears, and all he's doing is fixing the camp mur with Ferb, not even paying attention to me. "Hey Phineas..." I sighed. "Need an help?"
"Sure," the red tom replied with a smile. "We wouldn't mind."
"I would," a voice broke in. I glared at the black she-cat.
"Midnight, no one needs your opinion," Ferb hissed from behind. Midnight stuck out her tongue...

~Phineas' POV~
I wish I could tell her... I thought, feeling my palm sweat as I stared into her midnight blue eyes. She looked beautiful under the moonlight, her hair glowing under the dim light of the stars. She had no idea what i was thinking, and I didn't either. Part of me wanted to take her hand and pour out my feelings for her, and the other wanted to curl up in lit and go to sleep. It had been a long day, 40 hours in fact. Heaving a heavy sigh and smiling, I managed to utter out a few words: "Well, this has been...fun." Is that all toi can say!? I scolded myself. I thought for a second...