THE STRAY
Ceeker: I'm back but with a much different story. Since no one liked my first story I decided to type a better one.
Claimer: I own all of the characters.
Glancing once at her old home, Slyvia set off toward a new place that she could call her own. With silent paws she ran toward the big grey road. Fortunately, there were no metal giants on it. Slyvia was grateful for the chance to stretch out her long, slender limbs. While her green sparkling eyes were set on the huge cluster of evergreens, her delicate thin ears were erect and rotated so that they would be able to sense any type of threat that should get in the way of her long and tiring journey.
Slyvia ran and ran until she reached the majestic green forest looming before her. She looked up at it in awe. Slyvia had never seen the forest this close up before, especially not when she lived in that dreadful closed in place where she was owned by these two-legged aliens who were not very attractive and frightful.
She had always yearned for a chance to go here and make a nest in this beautiful and wild area. She decided to first mark her boundaries so that no other cat will claim this location as their own. She did so in earnest. Slyvia heard a rustle in the bushes behind her. She whipped around with her paw raised, her claws glistening, and her eyes gleaming.
She drew back her lips in a snarl. A she-cat with a dappled tortois-shell pelt crept out from the gorse bushes and raised her small head. The she-cat did not seem to notice Slyvia, but closed her blue eyes and opened her jaw to drink in all the scents in the area.
Suddenly the calico opened her ocean-blue eyes and looked at the glittering silver she-cat before her. She wasn't the least bit frightened at Slyvia's attack pose. "It's just a stray Grasspelt." The tortoise-shell yowled.
"A stray? I'm not a stray. I'm a cat." Slyvia hissed angrily. "I'm not rat-minded I know that you are a cat, but you're a stray cat." The intruder retorted.
"What exactly is a stray cat?" Slyvia asked lowering her once raised forepaw. The calico stared at her with amusement-filled eyes. "You." She answered simply. "Oh." The silver she cat replied. Suddenly, as if one cue to break the short silence, a brown and black shaggy furred tom leaped out of the gorse bushes and stopped abruptly in front of the calico facing Slyvia. He stood on his hind legs and raised both paws with un-sheathed claws. "Who are you and why are you on our territory?" He growled.
"Your territory? Who said this was your territory?" Slyvia hissed laying back her black tipped ears. "Clan of Silver." The other she-cat answered for the tom. "You stay out of this Spottedpaw." The tom spat. "Fine Grasspelt there's no need to get your fur in a tangle. The calico replied. Then she jumped over Grasspelt and landed facing Slyvia. "By the way, what is your name?" Spottedpaw asked her.
Slyvia thought of challenging her but swallowed it and instead said, "My name is Slyvia." "Stupid name." Grasspelt meowed. "Well I can't say Grasspelt is any better." Spottedpaw muttered. The temperamental tom opened his mouth to argue but instead he clamed it shut and said "Let's go Spottedpaw." He then stalked off to lead the way. Spottedpaw turned her ocean-blue eyes toward Slyvia and said,"come on Slyvia maybe you could join our group or clan." "Are you sure the other cats won't mind?" the silver she-cat asked. "I'm not sure but come anyways." Spotted paw replied. "Well… okay." Slyvia said excitedly. "I'll race you to Grasspelt!" "Okay but I'm sure I'll win!" Spotted paw replied.
Ceeker: well that's it for the prologue but Ch.1 will come up soon.
Hope you all liked it. Please R&R.