So here's the beginning of the story from Create a Cat… Not all the cats are on the Allegiance Page in my profile… this chapter is the prologue and the first chapter, enjoy…
Prologue:
"You're sure… Blackpelt?" a silver she cat questioned.
Blackpelt shrugged coolly.
"It's the only daughter of all we've had since Thunderstar, Featherstar." He pointed out, sounding strangely defensive.
"Alright I guess…" Admitted Featherstar reluctantly, gazing ponderously into Blackpelt's amber eyes.
"Then it's settled." Blackpelt meowed with a note of finality.
"Swiftpaw?" An old black tom limped over to them quizzically.
"It has been long since she's borne that name," Blackpelt mewed, sounding much older and wiser than he truly was, "I believe the cats of today, that she knows, call her Sierra."
"Are you sure?" Asked the old tom "We need the right cat or the clans are doomed." He meowed frankly.
"It is the duty of StarClan to make the right choices, Featherstar and I agree we have, why won't you?" Blackpelt mewed solemnly. The old tom just snorted. Then in a kinder tone, Blackpelt added, "But I appreciate your precaution."
Featherstar had stayed quiet for the second argument, her calculating eyes darting around, looking for a sign. She sometimes forgot it was her now, as a member of StarClan, to be able to interpret coming dangers and relay the message. Blackpelt speaks words of truth she thought At least with the first part, but I pray upon anything StarClan cats can that we made the right choice.
End of Prologue…
Chapter 1:
I glance at the forest, my old home… Sometimes I wish things were different, I wish I could have grown up like a normal cat. Kit, apprentice, maybe even I could've ended with Brackenpaw the ThunderClan apprentice I've had a crush on since kithood…
But things don't work like that… I was teased badly enough for being half-clan, but when someone mentioned my parents were half-clan… I had to go. I had to run and never look back, except from here, the red wooden fence.
"Hey Sierra!" My brother, Snap, calls. "Leaf-bare doesn't wait for the old us!" His mew was so vivacious, so full of life; it caused me to stumble, almost fall, off the fence. He was on top of the old twoleg building where he made his nest in leaf-bare. An enormous gust of wind still couldn't knock me off my perch, but the feel of the cold wind through my fur filled me with energy. Snap looked hilarious with all his dark gray fur flowing to one side. "What are you, WindClan!?" I laugh. "Look who's talking!" he spits back, but in a friendly tone.
I guess it's not that hard to tell we're siblings. He has dark gray fur; I had silver, with black tabby stripes. Our eyes had the same shape and would've been exactly the same if I had yellowish amber or he had my vibrant light green.
I pad over to the foot of his building, that's how things work on the street; you don't share unless it's family and you usually don't have a set home. I did, but only in leaf-bare and late leaf-fall because only then the overgrown raspberry bush (that's pressed up against the side of Snap's building) is accessible to me and only me, only when the twolegs bring the big sticks and stones and put them in the cracks of the building to alleviate pest shelter. There is a big stone that goes just above the raspberry bush and when the twolegs leave it fall out and I am the only one small enough to fit in the tunnel between the bush and the stone. Snap always get the top of the building because he's the best climber and jumper. I consider myself a great climber and a fair jumper, but even I can't jump as high as Snap. He and Blu, but Blu is disinterested because every leaf-bare the twolegs take her in.
I crouch down and examine the facade, checking for rocks. As it turns out the twolegs came while I was hunting but the big rock hadn't fallen yet. I spring and knock it with my shoulder and hear as it grinds loudly out of place. I fall to the ground just out of reach of the falling boulder, and squeeze through the tunnel just as rain begins to fall. The first leaf-bare I came here I dug a burrow out from under the bush and a bit under the building. It is not yet time to sleep, so I stay up in front where I can see through the bush. I recognize a familiar face among the clouds, or at least I think I do. Who is that? I ask myself Blacksky… no… Blackpelt! But as I lift my head to confirm my suspicion, the face disappears. I try to shrug it off; I'm not a clan cat anymore. I curl up to sleep, but my clan memories fill my waking dreams.
Okay it was short, but give me a break, it's just one chapter! Thank you Takashimo if you're reading this for springing the name Sierra into my head.