I made this story because we had a project in Language arts, write a story from an animal's point of view in under 300 words, and I chose to base it off Warriors, for easiness. The conclusion is a little scratchy, and If you don't like it, I don't blame you. I don't much either.
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All the other cats knew who Rusty was. He was the flame-colored cat cat who .was hyper but friendly who lived with the mean owners and most of all, he loved the wild. One day, he was happily clawing all of the nicer furniture in his home when his two-leg got home. "Rusty! What are you doing!" She yelled. Rusty knew she was head of the house. Rusty soon found himself being ripped from the couch as he desperately held on, not wanting to be torn from his fun. He was soon let outside. Rusty really didn't like his two-legs, they had many rules Rusty didn't like. Rust would much rather be living in the wild. Rusty took up that usual spot on the fence post, looking out into the forest. He remembered a dream he had last night, when he was running, ripping through the forest in high pursuit of a mouse. He caught the mouse, and he was about to sink his teeth into it when he woke to a rattling noise, which was himself knocking the water bowl over. Rusty was so disappointed that he hadn't caught the mouse. He was considering going out into the forest, when his friend Smudge came over form the other yard. "Hey Rusty!" Smudge called. "Hey Smudge!" Rusty replied. "How's it been going?" Smudge asked. Rusty looked at the forest wistfully. "I wanted to go into the forest." Rusty said. "But the forest's dangerous!" Smudge exclaimed. "There are wild cats who eat live rabbits for breakfast, and who sharpen their claws on the bones!" Smudge said. "I don't think so..." Rusty said. "I'm running away" Rusty declared, sick of living his life in the chains of his owner, and Rusty bounded over the fence, bounded into the wild.