This story is based on a cat I once had. Her name was Jasmine.
Her green eyes swept over the desolate forest. White flakes of snow flecked her dark gray pelt. "Is anyone there?" she called. An echo of her voice rang through the trees. Suddenly, a dark shadow appeared before her. It was a large, dark Brown tom. His paws and chest were white.
"What are you doing here?" he snarled. The she-cat flinched and held out her paw defensivley.
"Nothing!" she wailed. The tom eyed her as if he didn't belive her. Stealing prey, more like it, he thought. Though as he eyed her, something inside him opened up. Sighing, he flicked his tail to her.
"Follow me," he grunted. Silenty, the she-cat got to her paws, and the tom got a good look at her. Her fur was ruffled and clung to her seemingly fragile frame. Her eyes were completely depleted of emotion, except for angst. She nodded and followed him into the forest, seeming to melt into the trees.
The Jasmine flower
The she-cat stepped meticulously behind the tom. Just earlier, he had inroduced himself as 'Mudfur.' Because of her past, however, she didn't even trust him about that. Though there was something about him, something she hadn't noticed before.
"We're here," Mudfur mewed. The she-cat looked around the bustling camp. She felt eyes burning her pelt. A large, ginger tom padded over to them.
"Who is this?" he asked. The she-cat looked up at her.
"I'm Jasmine," she mewed. The tom dipped his broad head. "And you are?"
"Flamestar," he mewed. "I'm the leader of ThunderClan." Jasmine nodded in aknoledgement. Flamestar eyed her. "Your so thin," he mewed. "Won't you take something to eat?" Freezing, Jasmine shook her head.
"No." she muttered, then looked up. "I'll just go hunting." She couldn't stand being around other cats, ever since it happened. With a sob, she sped into the forest, ignoring the yowl of "Jasmine! Stop!" from Mudfur as she ran.
Waving fragile in the breeze
Mudfur padded through the drift of dead leaves. "Jasmine!" he cried. As he called her name, the whole earth seemed to tremble. Suddenly, he saw a pair of glowing green eyes. "Jasmine! Where have you been?" Then, he saw the look in her eyes. "What's wrong?"
Jasmine's fur started to fluff out. Allthough it should have made her look larger, she still looked like a skeleton. "The cats I lived with didn't let me eat, and it's too late." Suddenly, she fell the ground, the light fading from her eyes. "I love you, Mudfur!" she cried, then fell limp.
Mudfur whimpered and touched his nose to her fur. "I...I love you to. Jasmineflower."
Gently falling down
Well, there is the story of Jasmine. Here is the poem:
Jasmine flower
Waving fragile in the breeze
Gently falling down
