Valentines Warriors
Shoot! Sorry, lost track of time and it is only valentines in 12/11 days so I decided to get the story in. I will still try the 'chapter every two days' method. Based on Snowys suggestion of basing it round the lake. Enjoy!
Smartie and Pickle sped round the shady trees, closely followed by Roco and Spud. The dappled leafy canopies broke scattered light on the she-cats tortoiseshell pelts. Eventually, when they got to an abandoned human house, the two toms caught up and they all rested in the house. When they had caught a pigeon and a mouse to share they began a lovely walk to the way back to the town. Pickle was eventually getting bored before she saw a squirrel nibbling a nut by the edge of a cliff. Instinctively, she began to clumsily stalk it; it was amazing the creature never heard her tail. Smartie, who saw her first, called out.
"PICKLE! NO!" But the naive little tortoiseshell took no warning of that and jumped right over the squirrel and rolled down the steep cliff.
"PICKLE!" Spud shouted and ran to the edge of the cliff and slid down on his paws. Smartie and Roco looked at each other and ran to the cliff before scanning it and ledge by ledge, made their way to the bottom. When they made it, they found their selves on a flat, grassy platform/clearing thingy, surrounded by rocky walls. Roco saw one on the far side; if Pickle had fallen there she could have died! Then he spotted her battered body and ran to her. Smartie and Spud were already there; they were watching her struggle up to her feet, panting.
"Hey Guys!" She mewed cheerfully. A low growl from the other side of the clearing silenced her. From a shallow cave in the rock, a large, powerful, bright ginger tom strode out, sunlight glinting off his shoulders.
"Kittypets!" He hissed and, as if it was a signal, many cats, some as strong as the tom, streamed out of shelter areas, dotted around. From a powerfull dark tabby tom to a slim pale grey she-cat, curling her kits round protectively. Some younger cats looked relieved from the news yet some older ones were still on their guard.
"Who are you and what do you want?" The great tom roared. We all looked at each other and then Roco stepped forwards.
"I am Roco, this is Spud," He pointed with his tail to the golden/yellow brown tom with dark brown patches, "Smartie," The young lithe coloured tortoiseshell sat up when he mentioned her name. She unsheathed her claws; aware that these cats would attack is necessary. "And Pickle...who you saw fall down the cliffs," She shy calico shuffled her paws in embarrassment. "Uhh... We are not really here for a reason, we were just walking in the forest and... this mousebrain over here goes and falls down the cliff." A few stale purrs echoed round the hollow but were silenced by the tom's burning eyes.
"But why were you in the forest in the first place?" He said it quietly yet with a hint of a growl. Roco could not answer this question so Smartie butted in.
"Well it is Valentine day soon; what would be better than a walk in the romantic, lush forest." She exclaimed passionately, staring at Roco cheekily.
"What is Vallane-thingy day?" A ginger and white patched cat asked.
"Well it is..." Pickle was answering when the she-cat turned her head to show a horrible red scar all across her eye; more surprisingly, her eye was missing? Spud could see how rude Pickle must seem to the cat so he added,
"...a very special day where mates and crushes all get together and exchange friendship, love and presents." He rubbed his flank against Pickles pelt, comforting her.
Different POV
Firestar had a mass flash back. He was a small apprentice who had only just joined Thunderclan and these kittypets came and claimed of a holiday. They celebrated but they ended up getting killed. These cats must have the same ambition of spreading joyful holidays.
Roco again
The housecats relaxed when they saw the tom's angry eyes, calm.
"Do you know of Christmas?" He asked.
"Yes, that is in winter, Santa-claws comes and gives every good cat presents. It is a time for family and grouping." The ginger nodded and said,
"We were taught the ways of Christmas by five cats many seasons ago, we celebrated it two moons ago. Maybe you could teach us the ways of Valentines day!" The other cats surrounding them purred. They were all taught the tale of Christmas as kits. "I am Firestar, welcome to the clan!"
Did you like the first chapter? 742 words! I am starting the scoring again though I am not expecting this to be as popular as the Warrior Advent (or as long). If you are new to my stories then please look at that story as it has some references. Please mention your favourite cat out of Pickles, Roco, Spud and Smartie and get 2 points each time you review (one for you, one for the cat). (and if you want a clan cat but... you only get one point. ) I am also going to say something about your review!
Ok, thanks Patchkit. I like Pickles too (she is based on my friends cat who is actually called Pickles :D) New voting is up NOW
Scores:
Pickles:- 1
Roco:- 0
Spud:- 0
Smartie:- 0
Patchkit:- 2