CHAPTER ONE
"Silentpaw!"
"Silentpaw, wake up!"
Silentpaw gave his brother pained look. His back hurt terribly.
Darkpaw, where are we? Silentpaw scribbled in the dirt.
You see, the thing here is that Silentpaw is mute. Because he can't talk, him and his brother, Darkpaw, had developed a way to communicate by scribbling symbols in the dirt. Silentpaw would write a message, and Darkpaw would translate it to other cats. These brothers are inseparable. But anyway, I will continue on with the story.
"I don't know, Silentpaw. Wherever that hawk dropped us, I guess."
The hawk dropped us? Oh. Well that explains these bruises.
"Well come on! Let's find out where we are!
Silentpaw took a deep breath. It was time to explore the forest.
The forest was very, very dark. It was almost impossible to see anything at all. Because of the low light levels, Darkpaw could not make out Silentpaw's writing. It was a hard task, trekking the the forest, but the cats managed to smell their way through the forest. Suddenly, Silentpaw picked up a pungent unfamiliar scent. He gave Darkpaw the emergency signal, which was two thumps of the tail. The apprentices got low to the ground, and sniffed, trying to get information on this mysterious cat. Soon, the smell grew very strong. Darkpaw and Silentpaw sniffed vigorously. Suddenly, Silentpaw felt warm breath on his neck. He whipped his head around, and saw a huge shadowy figure about a tail's length away from him. He scratched and clawed at the ground, trying to alert Darkpaw, who was still lost in the unidentified cat's aroma. Silentpaw began to feel dizzy. The world began to change colors and shapes. Soon, everything went black.
"PEEKABOO! Hee Hee. Wasn't that fun?"
Silentpaw was confused. Hadn't he blacked out? He was still dizzy.
"Oh. Me sorry. Sometimes my lavender smell makes people get Spinny-Sickness."
The cat backed away a few feet.
" But did you have fun? I love the thrill of peekaboo. So what are you called?"
Silentpaw looked around. Where was Darkpaw? He couldn't communicate without him. Maybe this cat could read? Slim chance. But might as well try. Silentpaw took a deep breath and scribbled in the dirt.
Hello. My name is silentpaw. I cannot speak, but I can write. My brother usually translates for me, but I can't find him. Do you know where he is?
The darkness of the forest made Silentpaw's writing barely legible, but it was something.
The cat looked at the writing.
"What is dis jibba-jabble? Hmm…"
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"OH NO! You is sick! Don't worry, our Walgreens Kitty will fix you! Me take you to back to clan!"
Silentpaw sighed as he was dragged off into the darkness. Eventually, his eyelids grew heavy. He then fell asleep, Onto an unknown road.