A Story I Am Writing:
A small cat wriggled out of a hole in the barn, shaking splinters from his fur. Then he darted into the forest, his tail whipping in the wind's gentle swish.
The cat's name was Dew. He was a loner wandering around, looking for a nice den to live in. Dew had a good life: catching awesome prey, getting into the most epic adventures, climbing trees. He had it all. But, the one thing he didn't know about was the Clans living in the forest. Dew was unaware of them and wouldn't know what to do if he came in range.
Now all I need to do is get through this forest, he thought.
Dew started to make his way around a bush, when another bush ruffled. Dew stared at it for a couple of moments. A gray cat emerged from the bush, shaking leaves from her fur.
“You are a trespasser on ThunderClan territory,” she scowled, “Get out.”
Dew was confused, “I thought all lands were free to all cats...” he mewed, shuffling his paws nervously.
The gray she-cat stared at him, “You heard me, yes?”
Dew nodded.
“Then get out, you stupid furball!” she snarled, and then turned around and stalked back into the undergrowth.
Dew wasn't sure what was going on. He quickly decided that he would follow the gray she-cat. He padded quietly into a near-by bush, and rolled around in it, hopefully hiding his scent.
The territory of which he had come was strange yet interesting. The shrubs and grass held a strange smell. Soon, he came to a small clearing. Cats were sitting around, chatting or eating fresh-kill. Dew padded towards one of them.
“Who are you..?” the tom asked.
“I'm Dew.” Dew replied, smiling.
“You don't smell like any ThunderClan cat....” said the tom.
Dew shrugged and walked away. To his surprise, the cat he had been talking to darted over to an older tom. The older tom yowled for the Clan to gather under a high rock.
“Fellow ThunderClan cats. A rouge is somewhere in our camp. We have to get it out.” the tom meowed.
Dew flinched. They were talking about him! He was about to turn around, when another cat walked over to him. It was the same gray she-cat he had encountered before!
“What are you doing here?!” she growled.
“Um....” Dew said in a small voice.
“Rockstar! I found the intruder!” she yowled.
Rockstar flung himself off the high rock and padded over to were he and the she-cat were standing.
“Good work, Silverdust.” he mewed to the she-cat, “And as for you, rogue. You don't belong in our Clan, so get out.” he said looking over his shoulder at Dew.
Dew just stood there and stared at Rockstar. He wasn't entirely sure what he should do.
“Well?” Rockstar growled, “Are you going to get out, or are you waiting to get your fur clawed off?”
Dew didn't answer. After a few moments, Rockstar turned his head and nodded to Silverdust. She ran off. When she returned, two tough looking cats were on each side. One of the cats came at Dew, claws extended. Dew dodged the blow, but he was hit in the back by the other cat. So Dew ran away. He ran until his legs felt like falling apart. He then decided he never wanted to go there again, ever.Walking away from the “ThunderClan” territory, he began his epic journey once again.
Cool so far, huh?
