Hello people. I have deicded to write a new story. I am still working on my others I have yet to finish and they will be completed before the end of the year.
On another note, I have NO Idea if this plot bunny has been used before. I just thought of it and decided to use it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for Dinglebell and Precious.
Let the TigerFire lovin begin.
The one and the Same
An orange kitten wandered through what seemed to him like a jungle. Yet it was only a small backyard. A black and white she-cat smiled at the adventuring kit.
"How old is he Precious?" asked a pure black Tom with green eyes.
"Only a few moons Dinglebell. He loves to go on little adventures." Precious replied. She watched the kit with so much affection. They type of affection only a mother could have.
"He is quite tiny though." Dinglebell stated.
Precious looked at her kit for a few seconds before nodding. "Smaller than Princess and Jakolyn."
"I am sure he will grow stronger." Dinglebell looked at Precious and smiled.
Precious returned his gaze a smiled affectionately. Her mate had died when a car had hit him. Luckily his brother, Dinglebell, had taken the role as the kits father. Precious was even starting to become fond of the tom.
"Mum!" came a squeak.
Precious and Dinglbell both turned their heads to see a white she-kit stumbling toward them.
"What is it Princess?" asked Precious.
"Rusty got under the fence! He is stuck in the middle of the road!"' Princess said frightfully.
Precious and Dinglebell stared in horror at eachother before dashing off toward the fence. "Princess, you and Jakolyn stay in the yard!"
Precious and Dinglebell jumped onto the fence then descended it. They looked around frantically for the orange kit.
Dingle finally spotted him and was about to let out a sigh of relief when he heard a dreadful sound. A loud honk. A horn. There was a car headed straight for his kit.
He was about to jump and save the kit when Precious stopped him. "What are you doing?"
Precious had tears forming in her mint green eyes. "I-If you go out and save him... You both will be killed."
They watched the oblivious orange kit in fascinated horror as the car sped forward. Just as the car was about to kill their kit a dark brown blur flew across the road.
They sat amazed as a dark brown tabby tom with amber eyes and a V shaped split in his ear. The tom was older the Rusty but younger the Precious and Dinglebell.
The tom had Rusty in his mouth by the scruff of his neck. When he started to squirm the youmg tom layed the kit on the ground.
"Oh my... Rusty!" yelled Precious as she ran toward her kit. She looked at the tom and noted he had unusually long front claws for a juvenile cat. She shuttered just a little but put the thought aside and quickly licked at her kit. "My baby! My precious baby kit!"
Dinglebell padded up to Precious and Rusty but mostly ignored them. Instead he stared at the tom quizzically.
"What is you name boy?" Dinglebell meowed out.
The cat glared at the older tom before sitting up straight and mewing out, "Tigerpaw."
Precious went rigid and looked up at the tom. "A f-forest cat?"
Dinglebell glared down at the tom for a few seconds before smiling. "Now Precious. He just saved Rusty. We need to thank him. Not be afraid of him."
Precious through a confused look before loking down at Rusty. He was inching away from his mother and stumbling toward Tigerpaw. She thought of his long claws and mean face and quickly tried to stop her kit when Dinglebell held her back. "Wait a second Pre. Lets see what he does."
Rusty tripped over his paws a few times as he ran over to the tom. He looked up at the tom before rubbing up against him affectionately.
All three cats were surprised. Precious looked on in fascination. Dinglebell was confused. And you could quite clearly tell Tigerpaw was embaressed.
He cleard his throat before glaring at the kit. "What was that for kittypet?"
The kit look up at Tigerpaw and mewed, "For saving me. You didn't have to... but you did." He rubbed up against Tigerpaw once again before smiling a toothy grin. "Stay with us for the night!" He half asked half stated happily.
"No." was Tigerpaw's simple reply.
"Actually, I think you should. It is quite late and I assure you, you won't have to get near any of our owner's things. Just stay and get a goode nights sleep." Dinglebell said this with a twinkle in his eye.
Tigerpaw seem to run over the reasons why he should and shouldn't stay before giving a short nod. "Fine. But I leave early in the morning."
The older cats hopped over the fence as Rusty squeezed through the hole at the bottom.
That night Precious woke at around midnight. She blinked a few times before yawning. She glanced around and noticed that Dinglebell and Rusty weren't inside. She stretched and slowly got out of the cat bed, so she didn't wake her two other kits. She went out the cat flap to find an intresting site indeed.
There was Dinglebell staring at Tigerpaw who was wrapped around Rusty in a protective and posessive manner. A smile slowly stretched across her face.
She padded up to Dinglebell and voiced what was probably on both of their minds. "They look cute together."
Dinglebell glanced at her before looking at the sleeping pair. He nodded and replied with, "Yes. They really do don't they."
The two stared at the toms for about a half and hour longer before Precious sighed again. "Come. Lets go to bed."
Dinglebell followed her as she headed toward the cat flap. He stopped and looked behind his shoulder. His past, which Precious knew nothing of, was flying back into his head. He was once a forest cat, a medicine cat in fact. He remembered when Starclan came to him in a vision the day before he left his clan. He held a prophecy that no other cat knew.
One day a dark warrior will find a flame.
Love will form.
He shall leave and never be fogotten.
The flame will learn to burn brightly in his time.
The warrior and the flame will meet again.
When they realize they are in love, the clans will become peaceful again.
He frowned thoughtfully. Could this forest cat be the dark warrior? Could his kit actually be the flame? Are these two young cats the cats in the prophecy?
He walked into the house and slipped into the cat bed. He thought long and hard about the prophecy he never shared with any other cat. He closed his eyes and prayed to Starclan that if they were, some other Medicine cat wil be told the message. Someone that could carry the message. Someone that would figure out the riddle, as he had, and help save the clan.
Precious sighed as Rusty continued to stare at the fence. When Precious had woken up she had found her poor kit in tears. Turns out the forest cat hadn't even said goodbye. She continued to watch and sigh at the kit as the day went by.
Dinglebell on the other hand had seen the apprentice go. He had sat, staring at Rusty for a good hour before he licked his ear and pressing his nose against Rusty's. His face gave nothing away, but his eyes showed a flickir of sadness. He had gotten attached to Rusty in one night.
Dinglebell hopped on top of the fence and stared at the forest he used to live in and then a thought struck him. What clan was this cat from? What clan would his kit be destined to be with, a cat from the mostly evil Shadowclan. Could that tom be from Windclan, and the kit be outcasted for his bright fur? Would he need to learn to swim? Or would he be with his old clan, Thunderclan?
Dinglebell sighed as he remembered his medicine cat days. Jingleclaw. He sighed as he remembered his younger days. He continued to stare as Precious and the kits came on the outside to sniff around. He smiled at them and then looked at the forest only to see a pair of amber eyes watching Rusty stumble around. He smiled and jumped down next to what he considered his family. Maybe he was right and the cat and Rusty were the cats of the prophecy. He hoped so. They would make a formidable pair in the future.
... Okay... I really like this story. XD
p.s. My cat is actually named Dinglebell and his girlfriend is actually named Precious. She had kits with another cat but Dingy took care of them. (I know this cuz he is fixed.) And she had an orange kit and a Brown tom actually caught the kits attention. It is the neighbor's cat and it is named Tiger. The kitten, who had no owner is a stray, so I named it Firekit. XD When I met the neighbor and found out he liked the couple TigerFire and his cat was actually named Tigerpaw after his favorite character from warriors, this idea just came to mind.
I would like to note, that Firekit is now actually Fireheart and I am also proud to announce that Tigerpaw is Tigerclaw. One more happy announcement... We found them humping two days ago. Tiger tops. XD