Blood racing.
heart pounding.
lungs aching.
Thrill.
Thrill.
Nothing else...
Thrill.
Slam.
Shika awoke with a start. She looked up around her. The feeling was gone. The feeling like she had been soaring higher than any moon, racing with the stars, it had vanished. Instead, she was in a room. On the walls, trees and a forest were painted. On the ceiling, a dark sky, a bright moon, and tiny stars. She was in a little hut atop a kitty-climber/scratch post. Several levels stuck out of the tall pole, and she gracefully leaped down each one and landed on the green imitation grass. Her food bowl had already been filled. She trotted over and took a few bites.
On the ceiling, a board had been hung, a string tied to either end and nailed to the ceiling, creating a sort of catwalk. Shika pounced up and landed on it, carefully balancing on her toes. She leaped to the top of one of her five kitty-climbers, and back down to the floor.
Shika was a pale ginger cat with slightly darker tabby stripes and green eyes. She was gentle and quiet. Shika meant "Gentle deer," and she lived up to it. She was gentle and quiet and sweet, and very beautiful and graceful.
img src slipped out the kitty door and into the carpeted hall. A grand staircase led down to the large entrance hall. She leaped down it, taking 5 steps at a time, and feeling quite royal. Her humanfolk were very rich, and she lived in a large and beautiful home on the edge of a forest. She raced outside and out back. p Outside, the summer air was warm and soft. She curled up in the sun and warmed her fur.
The humanfolk garden was huge. The grass was soft and moist and green, flower bushes had been planted here and there, and on the edge was a flower bed. There were sweet smelling bushes and flowers and...it was heaven. The fence behind it all was a tall wooden one, decked with ivy and grape vines.
Suddenly, a whirlwind of brown fur shot by Shika. She spun around and watched as a brown tabby queen bit into the neck of a robin. The brown tabby cat looked up. "Oh. Hi kittypet." she mewed. Shika didn't reply. The cat was quite young, not much older than shika, who was 6 months old. "Who are you?" asked Shika warily. The cat, who had begun to trot off, stopped and turned her head.
img src an apprentice of RiverClan."
"Whatwhat, a what of WHAT?" Shika was lost.
'Oh yeah. Your a kittypet." The she-cat snickered. "Cederpaw is my name. I live in the woods with a group of other cats called ArrowClan, and I'm training to be a warrior that defends my clan, called an apprentice." CederPaw started off again.
"Wait!" The kittypet called. "I'm Shika. Why do you have to defend you clan?"
Cederpaw realized she wasn't going to be let off, so she sat down by the pale she-cat. "From the other clans. They might steal our prey or try and take our territory or something."
"Who feeds you?" She asked.
Cederpaw laughed. "Me! And my clan! And the forest."
"But...what? How?"
"We catch it silly! With our claws."
"Oh...Where do you sleep? Who cares for you?"
"I sleep in my den, im our camp. My clanmates care for me. Don't you get it? No twolegs, no cutters, No monsters, no thunderpaths, no nothing. Nothing but us cats, and the forest."
"Wow..."
'Now I have to go. Seeya!"
Shika sighed. The cat had been so nice...She didn't have a lot of friends.
The next day, Shika slipped through a crack in the wodden fence. She wanted to go visit CederPaw. Once out of her fence, it seemed so different. No fences, no walls. Nothing was in order, bushes, grass, dirt and trees were thrown anywhere and everywhere. She wound around them, and into the forest. She could smell other cats nearby, and she purred. Mabye it was Cederpaw! She trotted happily towards the scent.
Shika woke up in the midst of many cats. She was being dragged along the ground by a black and white tomcat. The cat who was dragging her dropped her, and she stood up and hissed. "Oh MorningWind...It's another kittypet. Leave it alone and let it go." A blue-gray and white she-cat stood in front of the pale she-cat. "Yes VineStar." mumbled MorningWind. He turned and hissed ad Shika. Immediatly she pelted out of the gathering of cats and back home. She stood trembling in her garden for a moment before Cederpaw appeared among the leaves. "You're fast for a kittypet." She panted. "I want to ask you something. Would you be interested in training for RiverClan, as a warrior? Like me!" mewed the tabby.
"Really?" gasped Shika. "But..wait...I'd have to leave everything behind..." she motioned to her house.
Shika lowered her head and thought. She loved her "kittypet" life. But then, she remembered. The rushing feeling of her dream. The feeling like she had been soaring higher than any moon, racing with the stars. Would she find this feeling in the forest? Cederpaws voice interupted her thoughts. "A few moons ago, my clans medicine cat, RedSalmon, had a dream sent by StarClan, our warrior ancestors. She said that history would repeat itself in the form of a young deer. Your pelt could represent the young deer. And a very long time ago, a kittypet named rusty joined ThunderClan and became a warrior. Mabye thats what will happen to you!"
"I don't know.."
"Just promise me this."
"What?"
"If StarClan calls, will you answer?"
"I will."
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