Night falls, stormy skies.
Eyes colder than ice, heart as pure as gold.
The silence is too much for one to handle.
So she'll let the storm protect her.
Unknowing of the life she will face.
It's time for our story to begin.
She could hear the noises that surrounded her, and she wasn't very fond of them.
They often consisted of loud, angry noises and constant chatter.
Sometimes she would try to block out the noises by thinking about what her mother told her.
Her mother had described what her home looked like, where she lived, and many other things including these strange things she called 'colors'.
Her mother also told her that she would understand these things better when she opened her eyes and got older.
Sometimes she wished she could open her eyes, see the world and discover the sources of the noise.
But no matter how hard she tried, she could never get them to open.
This cycle would continue for a moon, wake up, eat, try to open her eyes, listen to the noise, eat, and sleep.
On a stormy day, cats were peering outside from the safety of their dens, only leaving for patrols, food, or going to make dirt.
Her mother had left for a moment, leaving her curled up in the nest, listening to the sounds of the rain.
At first it was different, confusing even, she had never heard a sound similar to the one the rain made.
But, the longer she listened, the more she began to enjoy it, and the more she wished it would never end.
Suddenly, a loud boom startled her, her eyes wide open.
Standing there in shock, she let out a small mew.
She blinked a few times, assuring herself that this was in fact real.
Hearing a small drip noise, she turned her head towards the noise.
Seeing a shiny substance on the floor, seemingly coming from a small hole, she stumbled towards it, curious.
Slowly lifting up a paw, she placed it into the substance before quickly bouncing back.
After shaking a bit of the cold, wet substance off of her paw, she slowly padded up to the edge of the stuff.
Looking down at the stuff, she saw a small white and silver...cat?
The longer she looked at it, and the longer it looked at her, the more she began to realize that this...thing was actually her.
She confirmed her suspicions by making movements and seeing if the thing would make the same movements as her.
Stumbling back to the nest, satisfied for the moment, she settled down just as her mother padded back in.
She sat and watched as her mother exclaimed at her open eyes, and adored her.
Woo!
Finally finished this chapter.
Hope you enjoy!
(Oh yeah, Warriors belongs to Erin Hunter)