This being my very first fanfict, please don't hurt me. I'm new at this and I know it.
Did anyone else notice how close Atunra and Riggu were in High Rhulain? If you didn't, you're not me because I did and I needed a history for that. And there will be fluff. Doncha just love it? One little reminder, if you see any inconsistencies with the book, use your imagination to cover for it. Also, if you haven't read Rhulain yet, there might or might not be plot spoils.
Disclaimer: I really don't own much of anything. It all belongs to that fabulous man, Brian Jacques.
Otters, feral cats and pine martens lived on Green Isle. The cats formed into tribes, fighting for their warlord and leaving their otter slaves to suffer. Eventually, they overlooked their pine marten neighbours. So Bergon Felis and his tribe didn't know there were pine martens directly across the lake when he set up camp.
Atunra was bored. Her mother was setting up their tent and she was determinded to get in the way. " Yukri's teaching me to fish, Mother.", she said, twanging the tent strings. " Don't do that.",the older pine martenreplied as she swatted her paw away from the endangered strings. "Fish?",her daughterquestioned but knowing exactly what her mother meant. "Methinks ye ought practice your sling work. Go to the lake now and return for lunch, Atunra."
This is what Atunra had been waiting for. She collected her sling and dashed to the lakeshore. Grabbing an old, dried reed, she swished vicously at flies. It was spring and they were everywhere. The young creature was doing great until one of her swishes turned into a thwack. Whatever she thwacked started to hiss.
Atunra stopped in her tracks. She dropped her reed and felt for her sling. A gigantic swan burst out of the reeds. Atunra scrambled backwards in the mud. Reaching an open area, she finally loossed a slingstone at her attacker. The swan was hit in the chest, but without the force to seriuosly hurt.It hissed even more vicously and dived at her. She moved as fast as she could, but itknocked her sling out of her paw. Now Atunra was cornered against the lake. She looked for an escape route, but knew it was useless. The bigger, faster and stronger creature would kill her.
A grey streak flew across her vision. It clung to the back of the swan and started to bite it's neck. Atunra saw her defender was a young wildcat. He stubbornly held on even though the swan thrashed. Soon the spasms slowed and stopped. The cat unattached himself from the newly bloodied neck. Atunra was unused to thanking creatures. " Well, I suppose I'll hafta share the eggs with you.", she lied. "What eggs?", the dazed cat asked. " The swan eggs. Come on, eggs are good."
There, the first chapter, done. My other ones will probably be longer. Review if you like, I probably need advice. Please flame someone who can appreciate it more than me.