Wishes
Greenpaw raced through the greenery, wincing as thorns brushed her face. Her legs ached and her big belly touched a log as she jumped over it. Why did I have to be born a warrior? She asked her mother the question, but her mean mother bared her teeth and said that she should be glad she was born a warrior, and not a kittypet.
But what was a kittypet? No one had told Greenpaw. An evil cat? A cat who was abused? No one had told her! "Ouch!" She cried as she stepped on a thorn. "Greenpaw, you mousebrain!" Yelled her brother, Loudpaw. His name fit him, though sometimes Greenpaw thought about changing his name to Annoyingpaw.
The group of cats were traveling to the gathering. It would be Loudpaw's third and Greenpaw's second, as she had been sick the last gathering. Sunpaw, an older apprentice, leaped over the fallen log with ease. "Come on, flea-brain! Move faster! I want to see... someone! She raced off.
Greenpaw walked in silence, straying from the group. Suddenly, she smelled something strange. But good. She thought to herself. She crept foreword, carful not to crack any branches. There! There, right in front of her, was a den thing. It had the wonderful aroma of food coming from it. Greenpaw slowly ducked into the den and started eating.
SLAM!
Greenpaw was trapped in the den. She yowled and yowled, but no cat came. Soon she gave up hope and fell into a restless sleep.
Greenpaw awoke to the sound of barking. Dog! But there was no dog. she was in a cage, as she knew Leafpool, the oldest elder she knew of had told her when she was a day old. Leafpool died the next day. Beside her, in another cage, were two small kits, hardly a moon old. One was all black and the other was black and gray. They were curled up with each other. In the cage on the other side of her cage was a gray kit with a black marking on her forehead and white paws. She, too, was curled up, but not with any other cat. Greenpaw wished she could have someone, like the tiny kits. But no. Greenpaw was a warrior and always would be. Or would she...
A twoleg family came up to her the next morning, after another restless sleep. They took her out of the mesh den and cuddled her and the kittens on all her sides. Greenpaw purred happily as the oldest twoleg kit, who was a she-kit, stroked her and let her play with a orange ball of fluff that looked vaguely like a mouse.
Greenpaw learned to love that girl, and the rest of her family. The second oldest she-kit liked Raindrop, the gray, black, and white kit, the best. Two twin boys, the youngest twoleg kits, liked to play with little Thunder and Lightning, the two littermates she had seen curled up together.
Soon they put her in a box with the other, younger kits and was jiggled and bumped all the way to a huge twoleg den. Once the cats were situated, The family sat on a fluffy nest and started to watch a box with moving pictures.
The two boys sat on the ground. One was cuddling Thunder in his arms as he watched the box. The other boy was playing with Lightning had the orange fluffy thing. Raindrop was curled up on her girl's shoulders, purring.
And where was Greenpaw? Excuse me, Storm. Her name was changed by the twolegs to go with all the other cat's names. Anyway, she was on her girl's lap, purring as her long paws stroked through her fur up to scratching her ears.
She had never been so happy in her life.