A/N: Hello! How's your day been?
This story was completely unplanned. I just thought of the idea yesterday and knew I had to write it.
JamesSunderlandsPillow, please don't be mad.
The abrupt ending is intentional.
DISCLAIMER: The Loud House, Carol Pingrey, and all other related characters don't belong to me. Warriors, the stick, and all other related characters also don't belong to me.
From the moment she lifted the stick from the dewy grass, Carol knew there was something special about it. She ran a hand across its surface, stripped of bark and covered with deep, even scratches.
She thought, What is so intriguing about this stick?
Carol examined it more closely. She suddenly could see a long history entrapped in its well-kept notches. She saw a history of cats proving their worth, of the endless fight to survive, of three very important cats. Or was it four?
Suddenly, another thought occurred to her.
Weird. It looks just like the one up my