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Crookshank's Past
Chapter 1
The forest was dark, a fully ginger tom with long fluffy fur was padding back to the ravine. He jumped down the rocks and bounded through the gorse tunnel.
He entered the ThunderClan camp and took his prey to the fresh kill pile. He dropped the two mice on the slowly depleting pile, it was late leaf-bare and prey was getting harder to find as the moons got colder.
Three cats walked up to him.
"How's the prey running, Blazepelt?" A fully storm grey she-cat with amber eyes asked.
"Not too well, Calmstar. The forest is freezing up and prey are hiding in their burrows." Blazepelt answered.
"We should send out more hunting patrols." A dark grey tabby tom with white paws, black stripes and green eyes stated.
"Yes we should, we will do that tomorrow, Greyclaw," Calmstar meowed, "Softfur, you know who to put on patrol at dawn." She finished speaking to the last cat, a ginger she-cat with blue eyes.
"Yes, Calmstar." Softfur responded.
"You should all get some rest, it has been a long day." The cats nodded at their leader and headed to the warriors den.
As Blazepelt lay down in his nest of bracken and moss he couldn't help but think how nice the
ThunderClan leader was. He lay there awhile letting his thoughts wander. It was then that he noticed how empty he felt inside. He felt lonely.
The sound of angry footsteps was heard from afar as fourth year Hermione Granger went fuming up to the boy's rooms. She knocked first, after no reply she gave an exasperated sigh and resulted in barging in without a care in the world... Except the fear of being late.
"Get up you ignorant twits!" She screamed into the artificial darkness tat the curtains illuminated. A groan muffled by a pillow sounded from the far left corner of the room,
"Oh come on guys?" Hermione continued to scream, "IT'S TEN O'CLOCK!" Her hair was on end and her British accent was bouncing off the walls, hitting the boy's ears at the same time, giving each of them the same headache they got most mornings when Snape started talking.
More tired groans erupted from the corner, Hermione was sick of Ron and Harry's lazy attitudes, she soon decided to use magic as a strategy to get them up.
"Wing gardium leviosa!" She whispered, not letting the two boys know her plan. Two figures arose from the four poster beds and just drifted to the side when she pulled back on the wand and Harry and Ron dropped suddenly onto the hard wooden floors.
"What'd ya do that for?" The red head, Ron, yelled.
"We're going to be LATE!" Hermione sighed, tired that neither of them had remembered that even though they had a late star today, school still started at 10:35 am.
Finally the boys were up and they were on their way to transfiguration with their head of house, Professor Mogonagal.