Post by knight on Sept 5, 2010 12:10:10 GMT -6
[ My other account, Shadowpaw, is a member. So I suppose I have permission to post, right? ]
It's a warrior story. Honestly, I don't want this to turn out as a real book, please don't ask why. I hope you love it ~
It's a warrior story. Honestly, I don't want this to turn out as a real book, please don't ask why. I hope you love it ~
A small adult tom sat in darkness, a muscular she-cat sat beside him. "We must get her," the black tom rasped in a dark voice. The femme beside him nodded, "Agreed." Her voice was clear, but in a grim tone.
Chapter One
A crowd of cats ran after her, trying to catch her. "Oh Silentkit ~" One black rouge called, in his best friendly voice. It was rough, but similar to a sing-song voice. She looked back, horror filled her eyes as she panted heavily, trying to run faster than them. Silentkit ran into a maze of trees, hiding up a high branch. The DeathClanners past her, thinking she was still running away.
The rain blocked all the scents, making it easy to go un-noticed.
The black tom had an evil grin on his face. He lead the group forward, running toward the edge of the border where they knew she might run to. Her eyes were wide with fear. Silentkit wanted to crawl inside a whole and hide. Forever. She shut her eyes tightly, waiting for sleep to set in.
A robin chirped softly, waking the young kit up. Her ivy green eyes were revealed. She sniffed the morning air. Rouge. Silentkit sighed quietly, lifting herself off the banch. After stretching, she leapt down, beginning to move onwards. Her ribs showed and she was hungry, a puddle near by tempted her, but she refused. She had to find a home before it got too hot outside. Silentkit felt like screaming in pain, but kept her mouth shut as she travled on.
The trees soon came to a breaking point and a prarie started to arrive. This place was by far the most warmest. The sun, high in the sky, rayed down on the little kit. She saw a few adult felines in the territory, but snuck past them. Surely they would be able to scent her. Silentkit's pads ached and she wanted to lie down. As she continued, she saw a bunch of cats of all ages. Kit, Adults, Elders ... It scared her greatly. A gentle-looking black she-cat approached her with a friendly smile, "Hello." The femme greeted.
Back in the territory, Firelight and Flamewatcher scented the border. Firelight was glad it was over as she began to walk back to camp. "Wait," the cream warrior meowed. "I smell rouge." Firelight opened her mouth slightly, smelling it, too. "You're right. Should we tell Darkstar?" Flamewatcher nodded, starting to race back to camp.
Silentkit smiled nervously at the she-cat. "I'm Sparrowfur. One of the FireClan Queens." The black queen studied her carefully. "Oh my: You're hungry, aren't you?" The tortiseshell kit nodded, tripping over her words, "Ye-Yes." Sparrowfur lead her to the fresh-kill pile, giving her a plump magpie. "Eat up," the adult feline meowed sweetly. Silentkit bent down and took a bite, unease broke into her as Flamewatcher ran in yowling.
"Darkstar!" The two warriors meowed loudly. A middle-aged black she-cat appeared, eyes filled with annoyance. "What?"
Chapter Two