Hello!

I'm not-so-motivated to write right now. But I managed to squeeze out a (sadly short) chapter.

Warning: This story will contain use of the words 'God' and 'hell'. Sorry about that.

There will be irregular updates. Since I never seem to write these chapters on time.

Cloudjumper Kat: It will be indeed in 'Stralia, and cats will indeed have Aussie warrior names. So there will be a possible 'Magpie' or 'Eucalypt'/'Eucalyptus' in the story ;) I will be writing this in first person to add to the challenging aspects of this story.

Snowcrystal Of Thunderclan: Thank you! And I will be doing first person on this story.

Chapter 1

I sighed as I sat impatiently at the bushland's border, my tabby paws dirty from the pacing I was doing before. Come on, I have to go in there sooner or later! I growled, a cat trait I had managed to pick up on.

I have been trying to get the nerves to step back into the bushland that stretched in front of me. I had only strayed in there once, and that didn't end well when I nearly got shredded by a runaway dog. And once I gets scarred for life, I do not want to go where it happened ever again. Ever.

Ready.. one, two.. I took in a deep breath. Three. I stood up and placed one paw onto the leaf-littered ground. Trembling, I froze as I set paw in the bushland and didn't move any further.

"Oh, for God's sake.." I muttered. "You need to steel the hell up or you're going home." I said to myself. I wasn't keen on exploring the bush, but I did not want to go home, either.

This time, I screwed my blue-grey cat eyes shut and launched myself into the trees. Opening my eyes again as I felt the soft ground floor below, I breathed in and out deeply.

"I'm finally in." I said. Then, I scanned the area for any traces of the dog I encountered a few days ago.

There was nothing to show there was a dog around recently, so I smiled weakly. Then, my regular attitude came from the ashes of my uncharacteristic hesitance.

"Let's do this!" I yelled into distance, grinning. I started to trot in a certain direction; left, right, or foward, I don't remember.

Tasting the air, the strange smell I smelt last week reached my nose. Cat.

"Yes!" I squeaked, building my steady walk into a dash. I sprinted among the trees as quietly as I could be, dodging gum trees and the occasional termite hill.

Then, even more scent reached my nose. Yes, more. It was prey!

Yeah, I've tried hunting before. And you know what happened? I failed like the idiot I am. Haha. Stepped on the classic twig and everything.

Quit your giggling. How about you try and catch and kill a living, breathing creature that can literally feel you walk towards them?

I crouched and stepped towards the smell. The smell's actually real weird.. sweet but kinda gross? Ehhh.. if real cats can withstand eating raw mice, I can, too.

"Where is the little bugger," I muttered, twitching my tail. I sorta believe I'm saying this, but I think I like using my nose to smell stuff.

And then, I spotted the tiny creature. Scratch that, heard and then saw it. It was a bird, a young noisy miner, to be precise.

I lick my lips. Wait, do cats even have lips? Ehh.. anyway, I freaking hate noisy miners. Always hanging around my school and being as annoying as hell. I'd love to sink my teeth into those things' necks..

What am I saying? 'Love to sink my teeth'? Ugh.. I need to stop talking so catlike. Actually, I am technically a cat right now..

Who the hell cares! I'd love to wreck this dumb bird's day!

I kept quiet and stepped forwards, breathing slowly. And I have you know, I don't normally stay quiet. Unless I want to. Hah.

Then, I leapt at the pest. Hiyah! I trapped it smack-bang under one of my paws!

"Hell yes!" I yowled. The bird was struggling - well, obviously the thing would struggle. I would freaking struggle if a massive hand clamped on top of my back and yelled 'hell yes' my ear.

Okay. What the hell do I do now.

Bite it? Eugh. I guess I have to.

I opened my mouth, and put it over the bird's neck (the thing was screaming bloody Mary at that point). Then, I chomped down.

Blood filled my mouth, and I spat it out. Of course I spat it out, it's damn blood. I hate the taste of blood.

The bird never moved again, and I grinned. (There was probably blood on my teeth so it would be freaking creepy to see)

"I got it!" I crowed. I flicked my tail and gazed down at the miner, what was disturbingly still and had a ring of red around it's grey neck.

What do I do now? Eat it?

I probably have to eat prey sooner or later. And maybe miners taste like chicken?

I bit into the miner hesitantly and chewed.

Definitely not chicken.. I tried not to cringe at the blood I can also taste in my mouth.

I came to the conclusion I wasn't a big fan of miners after that. Well, I never was, anyway..

Then I only just realised that there was a lot of squawking happening above me. I looked up at the tree above me, and with guilt I saw two more miner birds above me. Two adult miners.

I think I just ate their baby.. oh man.

"Sorry?" I called out to them. The birds probably didn't understand me anyway.

I trot towards the tree, and the miners squawk back. I take another step, and they fly away.

Well, that killed my mood. Actually, no, eating the miner killed my mood.

I shrugged it off and gazed at the half-eaten bird. I cringed and I quickly dug a hole to bury the dead bird in.

I sighed, and walked out of the area. Blood still covered my mouth, and I winced at the taste. I hesitantly tried to lick the blood-stain away, and hopefully I got it off.

I tried to catch the cat scent again, and luckily, I found it.

Then, I found something. A barrier. Ivy-like plants weaving in between branches and moss growing in patches at the base.

I manoeuvred myself around the 'wall' to find a cat-sized hole in the barrier, with light shining through it.

Hmm, I wonder if I should strut in like I'm a leader?

The answer is hell no. I'm not walking into a possible camp like I know the place.

Instead, I claw a small hole into the barrier and peek inside. What I saw amazed me.

Cats. Lots of cats.

Talking together. Eating together. Lazing around in the autumn heat.

This must be it. A camp.

A Clan camp.

yay. Sort of cliffhanger.

Anyways!

I like this form of writing. It gives me peace.

Please review if you like this story. Heh.

Qotc: What will happen next? Will our Shekye/Featherfall go into the camp, or will she run for her life?