This is the story of Silverstar. Her life took many roads, but she ended it with honor. This is only my second story. Enjoy!
The wind howled the night I was born. I was born in a nest with my mum and dad. Their housefolk were really nice. Now I call them twolegs. I had five brothers and sisters. Stone was big and silver. Click was small and blue. Tatani was beautiful and white. Shine was strong and gold. Ginger was lithe and ginger. Me? I'm the runt. I have long silver fur with icy blue eyes. My mum calls me glory.
"Mum never pays attention to us." Shine sounded dejected. He was right after all. Mum and dad only paid attention to Stone, Click and Tatani. Those three could do no wrong.
The only thing I found I was good at was jumping. Neither mum nor dad where good at that. Actually, I was the only one who was really good.
Mum and dad where both from these big groups of cats. Mum was part Riverclan, part Windclan. Dad was part Thunderclan, Part Shadowclan. But neither could jump.
I had a dream once where I was bigger. My purple collar and the stupid bell were gone. I was running along a river with many strange cats and all of sudden we ran into a wall. I knew I could jump up the rocks, but the thing that surprised me most was that all the strange cats could to!
"Hey, Pipsqueak!" I sighed. It was Click and Tatani. They were always picking on the three of us. I felt really bad for Ginger. Tatani was so brutal. She always told her she was never going to be as pretty as her.
"Ha Ha Ha! Looks like our little brother and sisters are sad!" Click smirked the entire time.
I usually tried to ignore them, but something this time told me to fight.
"Well if you're such a hot shot, go and find Stone!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, my shiny silver pelt bristling.
Tatani and Click were shocked. I had never fought back.
Still raging, I rushed to the fence, leapt over in one leap, and darted off into the woods with Shine and Ginger hot on my tail. We eventually stopped, unsure of what to do. All I wanted was to be alone. I told them they should start a new life without me. I was never coming back.
With that, I ran off.
I ran until I made it to the mountains. With leaps that would put a rabbit to shame, I scaled the mountain.
Soon, I jumped onto a flat stone about half way up.
There was one thing I had to do.
I slipped my hind legs between my neck and my collar. With one powerful stretch, I snapped the collar and through it off the mountain. I watched it fall.
I was no longer Glory the Kittypet.
I was a cat with no name.
To be continued...
This is only part of the story. I need at least 2 reviews before I can continue. She won't be nameless for much longer.