So you my reviewer voted for me to start again… Here you go.
Disclaimer: It doesn't matter how many languages I will saw it in, nor how many times I say – write – it, the answer will remain the same. I do not own Warriors.
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The night was black, there seemed to be no moon and the stars didn't give much light. Nothing moved, nothing stirred. A small grey she-cat was beginning to think she wouldn't be able to find her way back to her housefolk, when a long shrill cry rang out. The cat's ears pricked. She raced forward, her paws skimming the earth as she dashed through the damp forest. Finally a fence came into view, just as another long shrill cry rang out. The cat leap onto the fence and into the garden. She ran up to the twoleg kit and rubbed against its legs before going inside.
She looked around with content. I will never, The she-cat thought. Never leave my life here.
Overhead, the stars shone coldly. Two cats sat around a pool and watched.
"Are you sure," Asked a pale grey tom with white patches. "That she is the right cat?"
The dark ginger cat sighed heavily. "No, Cloudstar," he admitted. "I'm not. But how much of a choice do we have?"
They sat side by side for a little longer, then the pale grey tom got up and stretched.
"I'll inform the others of your decision, Redstar." He told the ginger tom. "I'm sure Bluestar will visit her at once."
Redstar nodded, and murmured a good bye to his friend. He then went back to watching.
The small grey she-cat raced after a piece of string the twoleg was pulling around. She tripped, and ended up sprawling onto her face. The she-cat got up and shook herself, making her soft fluffy fur even softer.
If only she knew. Redstar thought sadly. If only she knew.
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Wolf's belly was rumbling. She shifted slightly, trying to disguise the sound. In front of her was a mouse, sleeping what it thought was safely in between the roots of a tree. She warily crept forward and peered down at it.
She was starving, but she had never eaten a mouse or any kind of animal. Slowly, she opened her mouth and leaned forward. She closed her jaws around the tiny animal. It felt fuzzy and warm. Wolf hesitated, then bit down hard on it.
Wolf's head jerked up, and she was blinded for a few heart beats as she looked into sunlight. She gazed with confusion at the corner of her fuzzy blanket that she held in her mouth tightly, then spat it out disgustedly.
Muttering curses, she started cleaning her fur. Her head jerked up when she heard her food dish being filled. She got up eagerly, for her belly was still rumbling.
Once she had finished her breakfast she went outside and went for a walk in the garden. She gazed around contentedly at the soft grass and bushes. She walked over to her favorite plant in the garden and breathed in deeply.
The wonderful smell of catmint filled her head, and she breathed out dreamily. She nibbled on a few leaves, loving the feeling it gave her.
Wolf went over to her favourite corner and jumped up onto to fence, then down into the forest. There she stood, watching the forest sway gently in the breeze. She could help feeling longing too be out there, but then she had a happy life and she didn't want to leave it. Her own garden was like her own mini forest.
The warmth was nice and soon she curled up in a ball in the roots of the tree. Sunlight streamed through the branches and turned her grey coat dappled.
Wolf's dream
When Wolf opened her eyes she realised that she was in a clearing in the middle of a forest. For some reason, there was something very strange about this forest, though it seemed to be the one she just fell asleep in. Everything seemed to glow like starlight.
She jumped up and looked around, wondering where she was.
"Hello Wolf." Meowed a voice behind her. Wolf spun around to see a blue/grey she-cat looking at her. "Who are you?" She demanded, covering up her nerves at falling asleep before under that tree, and waking up here. "And how do you know my name?"
The other cat started to fade. Soon, Wolf could see through her and into the bed of ferns behind.
"My name is Bluestar" Meowed the she-cat. "I'm sure we will see each other again when the time is right."
"Wait!" Cried Wolf, but Bluestar was already gone. Wolf found herself alone, afraid, in a strange forest. She was wondering what to do when she suddenly became really tired. She tried to fight it but soon, blackness overtook her, she lay down and slept.
When Wolf woke, her fur was warm and dry but she felt chilled inside. Who was this Bluestar cat? What did she want with her?
She decided to go and get a drink from a puddle and think about it on the way.
She found one by some tree roots and took a nice long drink. As she lifted her head, a new smell came to her. Just then some fronds of a near by fern waved wildly and a light grey she-cat came out. She looked at Wolf in surprise.
"What are you doing here kittypet?"
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Right, I will try to update as soon as I can. ;) Review? It's better written than the story used to be, right?
Skywing