The morning sun sliced through the curtains like a lazy blade, casting stripes of gold across the living room floor. Meowster stretched atop his throne — a patched-up recliner the human never used — and blinked in content satisfaction. Shadow was perched on the window sill, his tail flicking like a metronome, watching a squirrel do backflips outside. Luna, as always, was missing, which was usually a sign she was up to something scandalous.

The television buzzed to life.

"...And now, a viral sensation sweeping the internet! Meet Luna, the glamorous feline from Paris who has taken the world by storm with her unexpected catwalk debut in front of the Eiffel Tower—"

Shadow's ears twitched.

Meowster bolted upright.

The screen showed a clip: Luna strutting across a barricade in Paris, her white fur shimmering, camera flashes going off like fireworks. She turned, winked, and leapt gracefully into the arms of their human, who beamed like a fool. The video had over 27 million views.

"She has fans?" Meowster hissed. "I have fans. Of the literal kind! The ceiling fan, the window fan, the—"

"Shut up," Shadow snapped. "This is serious. She’s famous."

Right on cue, Luna slinked into the room, basking in smugness. Around her neck, a glittery new collar sparkled.

"Bonjour, peasants," she purred.

"Oh great, she speaks French now," muttered Meowster.

"The human got me a brand deal," she continued, jumping gracefully onto the coffee table. "We’re collaborating with 'Fur-lenciaga.' I'm a brand ambassador."

"What's a brand ambassador?" Buddy asked, entering with a half-eaten sock.

"A glorified billboard," Meowster replied.

Luna ignored him. "Photoshoot in the afternoon. The human said I get a mini throne."

Shadow’s tail went stiff. "We live in the same house. Eat the same kibble. Use the same box. This is dictatorship."

Meowster slammed a paw on the floor. "This means war."

The Living Room — Two Hours Later

The coffee table became their war council headquarters. Buddy was appointed as Head of Snacks, much to his confusion and delight.

"Here’s the plan," Meowster said, spreading out shredded napkins like blueprints. "We sabotage the photoshoot. We make Luna look ridiculous. No more fame."

"Are we doing glitter bombs?" Shadow asked. "Because I know where the human keeps the birthday stuff."

"We start subtle," Meowster said. "First, we spike her shampoo."

Buddy gasped. "We have shampoo?!"

The Bathroom — That Evening

Operation "Fur-tastrophe" began.

While Luna was distracted, practicing poses in the hallway mirror (“My good side? Please, they’re all good.”), Shadow snuck into the bathroom. He had one goal: replace her luxurious, hypoallergenic fur rinse with something... less elegant.

"Toilet bowl water," Shadow whispered, holding a small paper cup with reverence.

"You’re a mad genius," Meowster whispered.

Buddy, stationed as lookout, barked when the human approached, but it came out as a burp.

"Abort! Abort!" Shadow yelped, slipping off the counter. He landed inside the sink. The shampoo bottle fell with a splat and rolled under the cabinet.

"Plan B," Meowster muttered, dragging Shadow out by the tail.

The Photoshoot

Luna lay on a velvet cushion, surrounded by lights and cameras. A photographer cooed.

"Yesss, beautiful, divine, the tail flick is genius!"

The human beamed with pride.

Shadow and Meowster peeked from behind the curtain, dressed in handmade disguises made from socks and curtain tassels.

"Buddy, execute plan Muffin Top," Meowster whispered.

Buddy waddled into the shoot with a muffin on his head and let out a heroic howl. Chaos followed.

Luna shrieked. The photographer slipped on Buddy’s muffin. One of the lights tipped over, and Luna leapt directly onto the human's head.

Flash! The camera caught everything.

That night, the human scrolled through the photos.

"You little rascals," he said, laughing. "Look at Buddy with the muffin! And Luna! You’re still a queen."

He posted it all.

The internet exploded.

#MuffinHero trended worldwide.

Buddy got a fanbase.

Shadow and Meowster became meme lords.

But Luna?

She was still the star.

She jumped on the windowsill, looked at them, and said, "You're welcome for the fame boost."

Shadow growled.

Meowster sighed.

Buddy farted.

Later That Night

Under the table, the trio met again.

"New plan?" Meowster asked.

"We start our own brand," Shadow said. "A rival empire."

Buddy raised a paw. "Can it involve snacks?"

They all nodded.

From that day on, Project 'Pawtriots of Chaos' was born.

Luna might be the queen...

But every queen needs rebels to make things really interesting.

And boy, were they just getting started.