No, my minion. This will most assuredly be a cat. But, which one? Cue evil laugh. Anyways, on to the story.
A small brook ran down the middle of the clearing, and I laughed, as shining droplets flew up around me. The laughter ceased as I noticed the feeling of being watched. I forced another laugh, and raced into the trees surrounding the meadow. I flew like the wind for a moment before bounding up a tree and waiting. It wasn't long before my watcher came trotting towards me. He was a tom, with bright red, bushy fur. A splash of white covered his chest and part of his muzzle. He had bright amber eyes with a ring of white around the left. I hissed silently as he passed, unawares under my tree. I turned, balancing with the utmost care. As soon as I had him in my sights, I launched myself, landing squarely on his ginger back. He let out a yelp as we both dropped like a rock to the leaf covered ground. I felt the breath whoosh out of me and his spine was digging into my stomach. I recovered first a dn swatted him over the muzzle. He blinked and then leaped straight up into the air, letting out a blood curdling shriek that could wake the dead. I actually looked around, expecting to see old cats walking towards us with grumpy expressions at being woken. Then I felt his weight crash into me. I kicked him off, leaves flying everywhere as we tussled. I swiped a paw down his shoulder, leaving thin trails of blood. He yowled, bowling me over and biting at my flank I dodged and then came down on his exposed back, flailing my paws. Oak had giving me a bit of training and I was putting it to good use here. I pinned him at last, his amber eyes narrowed. He went limp, breathing hard.
"You don't fight half bad." were the first words to come out of his mouth. I hissed and swatted him over the ear.
"Fox! You lousy cat!" a light ginger she came striding out of the surrounding woods, her green eyes furious. She gave me a nod and I moved, grinning. She picked him up, cuffed him over the ears and then set him down, still with furious expression on her pretty face.
She turned to me, now apologetic. "Forgive my friend. He's young and curious." I laughed.
"Much like me." I meowed, dipping my head. "I'm Petal, daughter of Bramble and Oak and sister of Rush." a flicker of recognition sparked in her green eyes.
"Amber-" she shook her head. "Just Amber. Daughter of Mere and Maguire, sister of Blacky, Cinder and Dust. And this is Fox, son of Vixen and Wolf, brother of Tempest, Lightning and Thunder. And of the Tribe of Howling Wolves." he grinned ruefully, his amber eyes sparkling.
"Oh, the torture!" he mock wailed, falling back dramatically. I laughed again, sitting and wrapping my tail around my paws.
"You're one to talk." came a lilting voice. A beautiful gray she with stormy gray eyes gracefully strolled towards us. On either side of her was a burly gray tom, almost identical except for the eyes. One set was green and the other blue. Fox groaned, for real now.
"Hi, Tempest. Lightning, Thunder." he greeted the three with a sigh. Tempest smiled, showing pearly fangs. I groaned inwardly. The beauty was overwhelming. Not. The comfort I had been feeling with just the three of us disappeared. I stood, flicking leaves off my fur.
"Well, I gotta go. See ya later, Fox. Bye, Amber." I whirled around and took off, the trees blurring together.
