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Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Story Part 7: Part 2 *Mysterious Fire*
As you know, Lilykit has gone to the stream, and the others are still in the nursery with Snowstar.
Lilykit suddenly awoke, and felt the chill of the moon, even though it was not full. She shivered, then remembered why she was out there. I'd best be getting back, she thought. or else the Clan will come looking for me. Her fur was dry by now, so she didn't have to worry about that. Now, all I have to do is find my way back to camp.
She picked up her own scent, and followed it all the way back to the camp, and curled up alongside her mother and siblings.
An hour later...
Winterkit awoke, and felt hungry. He trotted out of the den, and to the pile, which unfortunately happened to be non-existant. He felt like trying to hunt, so went off into the woods, leaving on a main trail where he was likely to find his way back. He opened his mouth, and ran air through it, so he could smell better. Mouse, he thought, because he smelled a mouse.
Stealthfully, he tracked it to the place where it was nibbling a seed. He dropped into a hunter's crouch and got ready to spring. Just before he sprung, however, the mouse leaped away and down a hole to it's nest. Winterkit felt vibrations in the ground, and ran to hide under some leafy covering. He was just in time, as he saw a light emerge from across the clearing. He had heard stories of fire, and how it looked, smelt and felt, burning to the touch. This light had no smell, and looked different from descriptions he had heard of it. It had no heat coming from it whatsoever.
The light came closer and closer, but it was in the air, a floating light. Winterkit crouched in the underbrush, belly to the ground, as the feared light came closer and closer. Then he noticed that a twoleg was holing it! The twoleg didn't get burned while holding the light, which confused Winterkit. The twolegs must have some kind of power over nature, even fire! he thought excitedly. I wish they could teach me! Then my Clan would be warm in the coldest of leafbare.
But that's mouse-brained, he thought. I can't communicate to them. And so he crept through the low bushes along the path, and followed it back to camp. He knew the twoleg would never find the small cat trail back to camp.
Once in camp, he curled up next to his siblings and mother, exhausted and ready to fall asleep, and had a second thought. Mouse dung! I forgot to get something to eat!
Lilykit suddenly awoke, and felt the chill of the moon, even though it was not full. She shivered, then remembered why she was out there. I'd best be getting back, she thought. or else the Clan will come looking for me. Her fur was dry by now, so she didn't have to worry about that. Now, all I have to do is find my way back to camp.
She picked up her own scent, and followed it all the way back to the camp, and curled up alongside her mother and siblings.
An hour later...
Winterkit awoke, and felt hungry. He trotted out of the den, and to the pile, which unfortunately happened to be non-existant. He felt like trying to hunt, so went off into the woods, leaving on a main trail where he was likely to find his way back. He opened his mouth, and ran air through it, so he could smell better. Mouse, he thought, because he smelled a mouse.
Stealthfully, he tracked it to the place where it was nibbling a seed. He dropped into a hunter's crouch and got ready to spring. Just before he sprung, however, the mouse leaped away and down a hole to it's nest. Winterkit felt vibrations in the ground, and ran to hide under some leafy covering. He was just in time, as he saw a light emerge from across the clearing. He had heard stories of fire, and how it looked, smelt and felt, burning to the touch. This light had no smell, and looked different from descriptions he had heard of it. It had no heat coming from it whatsoever.
The light came closer and closer, but it was in the air, a floating light. Winterkit crouched in the underbrush, belly to the ground, as the feared light came closer and closer. Then he noticed that a twoleg was holing it! The twoleg didn't get burned while holding the light, which confused Winterkit. The twolegs must have some kind of power over nature, even fire! he thought excitedly. I wish they could teach me! Then my Clan would be warm in the coldest of leafbare.
But that's mouse-brained, he thought. I can't communicate to them. And so he crept through the low bushes along the path, and followed it back to camp. He knew the twoleg would never find the small cat trail back to camp.
Once in camp, he curled up next to his siblings and mother, exhausted and ready to fall asleep, and had a second thought. Mouse dung! I forgot to get something to eat!
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Story Part 7: Part 1*Water*
It was a peaceful night in the FrostClan camp. Those still awake could hear the chirping of crickets, croaking of frogs by the stream, and the occasional hoot of an owl. Best of all, the stars were clearer than ever. "It is a good omen." mewed Snowstar quietly to no cat in particular. "Our warrior ancestors are watching over us." At this, she promptly padded softly to the nursery and curled around her kits. They could do without her, but she wanted to spend as much time as she had with them before they were apprenticed.
*around midnight*
Lilykit stirred restlessly. The other kits slept peacefully. I really need a drink of water, she thought anxiously. I know, I'll go to the nearest stream. Then I can get a drink there. So she got up quietly and padded softly out of the camp, nose searching for the scent of water. There! she thought, smelling a stream. She took off at a ground-eating lope for the water she had scented.
When she arrived, she found she had scented a stream of cool, refreshing, slow-flowing water. She dipped her head and drank greedily. Here was water that had no taste of moss to it. I could stay here forever, drinking and drinking. Lilykit loved the taste of the fresh water. It made her feel strong. She waded further into the water, and suddenly realized how hot she had been. She even dipped her head underwater, because of the heat. She didn't know that the time of the leaves falling could be so hot. It had been cool the last few days, and she had been thankful for her thick pelt. But not now.
Lilykit finally felt cooled off, so she waded out of the water. She decided to dry off on a rock, because she would look very suspicious coming into the camp all dripping wet. She climbed up the rock, and promptly fell asleep.
END OF PART 1 OF STORY PART 7.
WANT TO FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENS TO LILYKIT? BE READY FOR THE NEXT PART, CALLED FIRE!
*around midnight*
Lilykit stirred restlessly. The other kits slept peacefully. I really need a drink of water, she thought anxiously. I know, I'll go to the nearest stream. Then I can get a drink there. So she got up quietly and padded softly out of the camp, nose searching for the scent of water. There! she thought, smelling a stream. She took off at a ground-eating lope for the water she had scented.
When she arrived, she found she had scented a stream of cool, refreshing, slow-flowing water. She dipped her head and drank greedily. Here was water that had no taste of moss to it. I could stay here forever, drinking and drinking. Lilykit loved the taste of the fresh water. It made her feel strong. She waded further into the water, and suddenly realized how hot she had been. She even dipped her head underwater, because of the heat. She didn't know that the time of the leaves falling could be so hot. It had been cool the last few days, and she had been thankful for her thick pelt. But not now.
Lilykit finally felt cooled off, so she waded out of the water. She decided to dry off on a rock, because she would look very suspicious coming into the camp all dripping wet. She climbed up the rock, and promptly fell asleep.
END OF PART 1 OF STORY PART 7.
WANT TO FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENS TO LILYKIT? BE READY FOR THE NEXT PART, CALLED FIRE!
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