The Fall to Join
~~One~~
"Sammy! Do you want hotdogs off the grill or will you scavenge for cereal again?" My mother calls from back door. "Er..two hotdogs please! Thanks Mom!" I yell back.
'Doo-doe.' I glance down at my iPod Touch, seeing the '20% remaining' sign. I tap 'dismiss' with my thumb before rolling over in my bed.
I type in the ending sentence of Chapter Thirty-Eight of my fanfiction.
"Samantha Alexis Jones, it's your turn to feed Tuxedo." orders my brother, Xavier, from the door. "Alright.." I sigh reluctantly and put my iPod into sleep mode. Xavier shuts the door just as my favorite fuzzy pet struts in, purring like a maniac..as usual.
"Hello Tux. What have you been doing? Sneaking out and wandering around the forest? I thought so, you adorable lump!" His white cheeks quiver as I scratch him. 'Purr. Purr.' He says. "Food? You want food? Alright!" I grab his heavy frame and carry him to his bowl.
"Okay...chicken, fish, or beef?" I inquire. 'Meow.' he answers. "Whatever. Here, chicken flavor stuff!" I peel off the can lid and dump it into the bowl. He eats leisurely. I scrunch my face up.
"Samantha! Food!" Mom calls me. I dash to the kitchen, leaping over furniture with Tuxedo on my heels. "Yum. Hotdogs." I praise as I bite into my first hotdog. 'Meow.' I look down. "Begging as usual, huh? No. Nada. Zip!" I tease the cat. "I swear, Sam, you ought to be in a mental asylum."
"Cork it, Zay!" I taunt him with his pet name. "Alright, stop, you two. I mean, you'd think y'all aren't even six, much less seventeen and thirteen!" I slump down and finish my hotdogs.
The next day was Monday. Everyone's favorite, good old Monday! I walk to the bus stop, whistling a random tune. A stray cat stalks something on the edge of the forest. Its white fur ripples over its muscles, disturbed only grey tabby stripes.
Suddenly the cat pounces into a bush, disappearing in a flash.
"Hey! Sam!" I whirl my head around to meet with the grinning face of my best friend ever, Alex Thompson. I blush unconsciously. What? We're just friends... "Hi Alex! Did you see that cat?" He shakes his head. "You know the middle school dance?" He asks. I nod. Was he going to ask me...? "I wanted to-" the bus pulls up next to us, cutting him off. I mentally groan, stupid bus driver, picking now of all times to be early.
Alex steps up the steps, only slightly tripping. I walk down the aisle behind him. Several of my friends' hands pop out for high-fives. I slap each as hard as I possibly can.
Alex sits down on his seat and I walk two seats behind his to my assigned seat at the very back. Sitting down, I open my book bag and take out my book. I was almost finished with it.
I look at the cover. 'The Darkest Hour' it reads in big gold letters. Opening to my bookmark, I begin to read.
~Somewhere High Above~
"We can't! You know we have no control of the Twolegs' lives!" Strikestar yowls. "Yes, we can. She's needed down there! If not in the Prophecy of The Fall, then to help! You know we can!" Mousestar counters.
"Why don't you all shut the foxdung up? Mousestar is right, we can do it. And we will. The end!" Ravenstar announces. "You always were the bossy one, Ravenstar. But I agree; she should come along. I have seen visions of death and betrayal without her." Mousestar agrees. Strikestar huffs.
"She'll never join StrikeClan, then!" He sits defiantly. "I wish for her to join RavenClan." Ravenstar proposes. "Fine with me." Mousestar meows. "I don't exactly mind." Willowstar flicks her tail. "Then it's settled. Speak with your medicine cat, Ravenstar. Tonight, we will send her the prophecy and a warning in a dream. Tomorrow, she joins RavenClan."