Another crappy story!

Haha, I'm even embarrassed to put this one up!
Its a crappy story from when I was 12 or something like that.
Its about anthros, AKA furries (lmao)
So have fun, here it is, unedited, which means with horrible spelling intact:

"The Futility Of War"

All was as it should have been in the castle of Marthelos, the king, a handsome anthro with grey cat ears, paws, and tail, and brown locks cut short, was counting his money. The queen, a brown tabby anthro, the opposite type from her husband, sat in her french-maid style yellow dress eating a butter tuna tart. Karain, the youngest of the princesses, sat in the courtyard waiting for juice. The 7-year-old brown tabby anthro looked just like her mother. She was even clad in the same french maid, yellow dress. She had whide - bright, sparkling, blue eyes that looked at the world semi-optimisticly. Her 14-year-old sister, Phaymora entered the courtyard, she was a silver-tabby anthro, the same type of anthro as her mother. She was clad in a blue french-maid-style dress (french maid was the style of dress for female anthros in Marthelos) she had glittering maroon eyes. She carried a tray of juice with ease through the garden, her bare cat paws walking knimbly accross the cobbles that made up the path in the courtyard.
"Is that juice mine Phay?" Karain half told half asked.
"Yes, some is Kari" Phaymora answered, "but some is for me."
They lived a simple, easy, care-free life within the castle walls, untroubled by the hardness of peasant life, such as taxes and lack of food. The two children gulped down their juice as they sat in glass-and-wire chairs waiting for their tutor to come.
In a few minutes their tutor, Jathenth, came in carrying a box.
"What is that, Mr. Jath?" Karain asked, unable to pronounce Jathenth.
"I figured we'd take a break from arithmatic and do some biology" Jathenth replied.
Karain peered into the box and saw a large bullfrog "I call him Squidgey, cause that's what he looks like" Karain declared.
"Nonsense" Phaymora said "everyone knows he's more of a Dolton."
"Is not!" Karain yelled back,
"Hey girls no fighting! It's unladylike!" Jathenth sighed, his black cat ears twitching through his long black hair that was braided to his waist.
"Sorry" Karain apologized.
"Ladylike shmadylike" Phaymora said crossing her arms, she was rather a tomboy.
Marthelos was very behind in the times, it was the medeivel monarchy system still, even though the rest of the world had great technology, they used medeivel divices. Even though Marthelos was a medival-based countrey (and a small one too), Jathenth knew a lot of unmedivel things, such as biology.
"Wanna pet 'im Mr. Jath?" aked Karain
"Uh..no, it's ok" Jathenth said, trembling slightly. The truth was, that the frog had bitten him when he caught it, as you know, frogs have no teeth, but he convinced himself it hurt because he had an irrational fear of being bitten by frogs.
For a while the girls studyed the frog's movement and whatnot, util finally Jathenth said "It seems our time is up girls"
This was met with a large groan, followed by a "can we keep frog?" from Karain
"No young lit, that would be cheating him of life, and that would be dishonourable" Jathenth replied.
Karain grumbled as she put the frog into the box and handed it to Jathenth, who prompley closed the box so he woulden't get bitten.
"Farewell Mr. Jathenth" Phaymora bowed,
Jathenth smiled and with a kind look in his eyes said "There is no need for such formalities between friends" then he walked away.
Phaymora and Jathenth were more than just student and teacher, who are often bitter enemies, they were also good friends. She knew more about him than his mother did, including his fear of being bitten by frogs, which is why she would never ask him such a question as Karain had, they were good friends (as I have said) even though he was seven years older than her, if you can do math, you would know that he was 21. Now that Jathenth was gone, Phaymora's attention imediately went to prepareing for that night's ceramony, for this day was her 14th birthday, and tomorrow was her "coming of age" ceramony. She looked up at the setting sun (which set later in these early-summer, late-sring months). She figured it was around 9:00. She knew she should probably rest up for the ceramony. So she headed to her chamber. Once in her chaimber, she found her maid, Marea, a dingo anthro, making her bed.
"You don't have to do that now Mar" Kazumi said


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And there you have it. Please note I change Phaymora's name to Kazumi without warning at the end O__o