Descriptive Writing

As the light blue fuzz feathered through the warm current of air purring from the heating vent, I looked deep into the far-away distance and saw that my two cats, Rascal and Blackie, were in the middle of a very intense fight. I put down my history book and I sprung up out of my seat and darted with every last ounce of strength I had towards the scene of the brooding commotion.  Lo and behold, when I had arrived, the fight was over and both cats had gone their separate ways.  I, exhausted from my penetrating sprint, suddenly collapsed onto the cool green grass.  While unconscious, my tired mind went ramped visualizing the ferocious fight between audacious Rascal and the cunning Blackie.  My crazed mind imagined Blackie was dressed as Thomas Jefferson and Rascal was in the appearance of Alexander Hamilton.  They blindly charged at one another and commenced a fierce combat.  Rascal grabbed Blackie’s furry neck and screamed, “What this country needs is a strong central government”.  Blackie dauntlessly punched Rascal on his black wet nose and shouted back, “Never!  A strong central government would do much more damage than good for the deserving people of this the United States of America.  States rule!!” “Not on my nonexistent red watch.”  Rascal did a ten-fold cartwheel before spinning in the breezy air and undertaking a five-star on the unsuspecting Blackie.  “We need a national bank to be better able to pay off the immense debts which are owed from the Revolutionary War”, he said.  Blackie kicked Rascal and punched him in the gut while shouting, “You idiot!!  That would benefit the states that have not yet paid their due taxes and further burden the prudent states who already have!  Banks belong to the states!!”  They glared at one another heatedly.  “Strong military”, snarled Rascal.  “Small military” responded the nonnegotiable Blackie.  At that worrisome moment I was woken up by the gentle yet tingling sensation of the two cats licking my ice cold face to wake me from my comatose state.  Then I remember that I have yet another quiz in history in the following morning.  I had spent the entire night and day diligently reading and studying the endless chapter until my poor mind felt that it would explode into a thousand bit size pieces upon as much as glancing at another word.  I brought the two exhausted cats with me inside the warm and calming house and we all fell sound asleep.