Post by crystalsong.x on Sept 23, 2009 15:53:19 GMT -5
This is the story of an imaginary medicine cat of RiverClan. I would put it at B&L but ALL stories get ignored, pretty much. So, here goes...
My name is Softheart, and this is my story.
I always thought I wasn't a house cat. All of my neighbours were fat, lazy, and soft. A sparrow could land on their nose and they would make no attempt to get it. I, however, was different. I could catch fish from the little pool in Fudge, my best friend's garden. I could climb trees and I often tried to swim. All the other house cats laughed, saying I was no wildcat and I should just live life how it should be lived; eat, drink, sleep.
But I knew that wasn't how a cat should live. Once when I was daydreaming on my fence, I saw some wildcats walk past. They caught three mice and a sparrow. I was amazed. From that day on, I pledged to one day be like them, hunting live prey and living in the forest.
A moon later I had made my full decision. I was extra nice to my Twolegs for once, letting them shriek with delight and pet me. Then, I went to say goodbye to Fudge. She was sprawled in a patch of sun, snoring. I prodded her with a claw. "Fudge! I'm going!" I hissed. She finally awoke, blinking confusedly.
"What? Going where, Softy?" she asked. I pressed my silver flank to her naturally smudged brown one. "Going, Fudge." I mewed softly, "I'm going to hunt down those wildcats." My best friend's eyes grew wide with shock, but I knew she wouldn't try and stop me. Her melted chocolate eyes softened with sadness. "Goodbye, Softy. I hope we see eachother again. H-have fun!" I licked her ear in farewell and bounded away.
For three sunrises I travelled, until I could scent many cats. They smelt different to the ones I'd scented what seemed like seasons ago. These ones smelt of fish, and reeds, and water. Perhaps they loved swimming like me? Uncertainly, I padded forward.
A sleek silver cat burst from the reeds, screeching and spitting and careering straight into me. I'd prepared myself for this, but this cat was well muscled and agile. Even if I'd practised by myself for seasons, I would never be as tough as this tom. I clawed and spat, not able to get him off but at least to restrain his claws from my throat.
"Arrowstreak! That is enough!" a commanding voice yowled. The tom apparently called Arrowstreak leapt off me nimbly. I stood up, claws still unsheathed from the adrenalin of the battle, looking for my saviour. It was a dazzlingly white she-cat, with crystal blue eyes and a long sweeping tail. "I am Dizzystar, leader of RiverClan." she mewed, eyes narrowed. "What do you want with us, kittypet?" I stood still, feeling nervous with all those cats looking at me. So many of them! Toms, she-cats, kits... even very very old cats were peering from an old fox hole. Clearing my throat, I began, "My name is Softy. I have come to ask to join your group of cats -" I was cut off by jeering laughter. Arrowstreak, the one who'd attacked me, hissed, "RiverClan is for warriors, not daydreaming kittypets!" I stepped back, ears flattened with embarassment. Maybe they were right. Maybe I was just being silly. Dizzystar stared at me, crystal blue eyes piercing my soft green ones. "I do not allow random trespassers to join my Clan... and, like I said, you are a trespasser. You will be held prisoner until I decide to let you go back." Her eyes betrayed no emotion as Arrowstreak and a she-cat grabbed me roughly and shoved me into a big den. They threw a vole in after me. Sighing, I studied my surroundings. The den, obviously an old badger's sett, was spacious and warm. Brambles covered the only entrance, and I could see the shape of another cat already standing guard. With a slight whimper of loneliness, I curled up, all hopes gone.
More tomorrow, I'm tired
My name is Softheart, and this is my story.
~*~*~*~
I always thought I wasn't a house cat. All of my neighbours were fat, lazy, and soft. A sparrow could land on their nose and they would make no attempt to get it. I, however, was different. I could catch fish from the little pool in Fudge, my best friend's garden. I could climb trees and I often tried to swim. All the other house cats laughed, saying I was no wildcat and I should just live life how it should be lived; eat, drink, sleep.
But I knew that wasn't how a cat should live. Once when I was daydreaming on my fence, I saw some wildcats walk past. They caught three mice and a sparrow. I was amazed. From that day on, I pledged to one day be like them, hunting live prey and living in the forest.
A moon later I had made my full decision. I was extra nice to my Twolegs for once, letting them shriek with delight and pet me. Then, I went to say goodbye to Fudge. She was sprawled in a patch of sun, snoring. I prodded her with a claw. "Fudge! I'm going!" I hissed. She finally awoke, blinking confusedly.
"What? Going where, Softy?" she asked. I pressed my silver flank to her naturally smudged brown one. "Going, Fudge." I mewed softly, "I'm going to hunt down those wildcats." My best friend's eyes grew wide with shock, but I knew she wouldn't try and stop me. Her melted chocolate eyes softened with sadness. "Goodbye, Softy. I hope we see eachother again. H-have fun!" I licked her ear in farewell and bounded away.
*~*~*~*
For three sunrises I travelled, until I could scent many cats. They smelt different to the ones I'd scented what seemed like seasons ago. These ones smelt of fish, and reeds, and water. Perhaps they loved swimming like me? Uncertainly, I padded forward.
A sleek silver cat burst from the reeds, screeching and spitting and careering straight into me. I'd prepared myself for this, but this cat was well muscled and agile. Even if I'd practised by myself for seasons, I would never be as tough as this tom. I clawed and spat, not able to get him off but at least to restrain his claws from my throat.
"Arrowstreak! That is enough!" a commanding voice yowled. The tom apparently called Arrowstreak leapt off me nimbly. I stood up, claws still unsheathed from the adrenalin of the battle, looking for my saviour. It was a dazzlingly white she-cat, with crystal blue eyes and a long sweeping tail. "I am Dizzystar, leader of RiverClan." she mewed, eyes narrowed. "What do you want with us, kittypet?" I stood still, feeling nervous with all those cats looking at me. So many of them! Toms, she-cats, kits... even very very old cats were peering from an old fox hole. Clearing my throat, I began, "My name is Softy. I have come to ask to join your group of cats -" I was cut off by jeering laughter. Arrowstreak, the one who'd attacked me, hissed, "RiverClan is for warriors, not daydreaming kittypets!" I stepped back, ears flattened with embarassment. Maybe they were right. Maybe I was just being silly. Dizzystar stared at me, crystal blue eyes piercing my soft green ones. "I do not allow random trespassers to join my Clan... and, like I said, you are a trespasser. You will be held prisoner until I decide to let you go back." Her eyes betrayed no emotion as Arrowstreak and a she-cat grabbed me roughly and shoved me into a big den. They threw a vole in after me. Sighing, I studied my surroundings. The den, obviously an old badger's sett, was spacious and warm. Brambles covered the only entrance, and I could see the shape of another cat already standing guard. With a slight whimper of loneliness, I curled up, all hopes gone.
~*~*~*~
More tomorrow, I'm tired
