AN: Ello! I just started a new story :P So yeah, can you like, R&R? lol ty if u R&R, I NEED THEM xD so this story is told like a cat is telling you a story of the past. Not like me telling present lol. TO THE STORY! xD xD xD
This story haunts me every day. This story is not of me, but of a loved one.
Maplekit woke up. She blinked her soft violet eyes, then saw her cousin, Aspenpaw walk in the hollow. "Aspenpaw!" she mewed, excited. She bounded out of the nursery, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Aspenpaw turned, looking towards her. "Oh, who's my little rascal?" Aspenpaw said. "Me!" Maplekit happily mewed, her young mind thinking it to be the best title, 'Maplekit the Rascal'. She then commenced the work of climbing onto her friend's back and clinging there. "No! You must not get on my back!" Aspenpaw wailed playfully. Maplekit mewed a giggle and licked her cousin's ear. In between laughs, Aspenpaw meowed "I'll teach you to climb on me!" She rolled over, and Maplekit's delighted scream signaled her jumping off, followed by a light thud as she landed un-gracefully with her paws splayed out to the sides. Aspenpaw, up-side down, lifted her head to look at the little furball. Maplekit's tail fluff was in her nose, making her sneeze little kit sneezes. Aspenpaw mrrowwed a laugh. "Here." She said as she licked Maplekit's soft, shiny, honey-gold pelt. Maplekit snickered and lept onto Aspenpaw's soft belly. "Maplekit! That's enough." called Nightsong, Maplekit's mother, from which she inherited her violet eyes. "Aww!" Maplekit said, giving one last bat at her cousin's ear. Aspenpaw walked slowly forward, following her scampering little cousin, Maplekit. She mrrowwed and said, "She's quite a rascal, there." "Yes, a very energetic kit from my litter." said Nightsong, mrrowing back. Nightsong was a very young queen, only being a warrior for one moon when she moved to the nursery. So she and Aspenpaw were close in age, Aspenpaw being 9 moons old. Aspenpaw also had violet eyes, though more steely, like her silver-brown tabby pelt.
"Oh, you should expect that. She probably gets it from you, having a litter so young." Aspenpaw snickered. Nightsong mrrowwed and playfully batted Aspenpaw with her silver-striped paw, like stars on her jet-black pelt. It was a wonderful spring day, the sun shining bright, and the plants turning lush green.
Ok xD so what do u think? good? bad? in between? xD ok, it's really light-hearted in this chappy, but it kinda darkens as the story goes on...