Hello, everybody!

I continue this story only because alot of people send me their stories! And that's good. (Ah.) D

This is a new kind of story that, in my opinion, was an extremely creative and well-written one that I greatly enjoyed reading! You may send me entries about stories like this.

It is by peacepuppylove! Like me, she has a twin! D

I need a story on Millie. She's the last kittycat left! You may also write stories on expreiences with real cats, or merely about how you felt once you started reading 'Warriors'! I'll be happy to accept any entry you send me!

Peace-out, (Y)

pearla

ps: to all of u who dont know, the 'cutter' is the vet.

Discovering

"When something bigger is hidden underneath, it is the greatest discovery of all," -Pearla

We found our cat in a box next to our church. Me and my sister nelly were seven years old. Her thick, black pelt was covered in spray paint and fleas. She was obviously abused, but she wasn't vicious and she soon became a big part of our lives. We named her Boo. A month or so after we found her, she had to go to the Cutter. Back then I didn't even know what that meant, but I could tell that my precious Boo was very upset when she got back.

She was lethargic and wouldn't eat and kept nipping and the scar on her belly.

Over years she grew fat and lazy and I was pretty upset. She just wasn't the cat she could have been. Several years later, shortly after Nelly and my 10th birthday, a long-haired gray tabby cat started to appear around my yard. Me and Nelly always tried to catch it but it was terrified of us and always darted away when it saw us.

We guessed it was a boy and named it Benny. But a few months later, Benny had kits, so we changed her name to Betty and named the two small kits, one white, one black, Casper and Shakira. Later on we started seeing a longhaired ginger cat that we assumed to be the father and named him Tom. We watched the kits grow (from a distance) and over two years.

Betty and Tom had two more litters, all of ironicly black and white cats until there were a total of eleven cats in the area. Betty, Tom, Casper, Shakira, from Betty's second litter, white furred Snowbell and black Sammy and Ash, the third litter, white Fuzzy and Furry, and the last black kit Ploofy, and Boo, of course.

We could tell them all apart because of small distinctive markings, Caspy was pure white but Fuzzy had speckles of black and Fuzzy had a ginger tail. Snowbell was different from all the other white cats because she had green eyes and the others all had brown eyes. Some of the black cats had brown, gray and white on there coats and they also all had different colored eyes.

Plus, the younger litters were smaller (although they were growing fast). We always kept track of what the wildcats were doing and wrote it down in a journal. We would check our yard everyday to see the wildcats and it fascinated us that they survived so well without owners. Soon, I started reading the Warriors books. I read all about how wild cats lived and understood more about Betty and her kin.

I decided to give them all new warrior names. Betty became Stripestar because we considered her the leader and Tom was Gingerfur, the deputy. The first litter had grown into warriors, Casper, Ghosttail, and Shakira, Cobaltfoot. The second litter were apprentices, Snowbell became Winterpaw, Sammy was Chipmunkpaw (because we once saw him catch a chipmunk)and Ash was Ashfur (even thought there is already a cat in the books called Ashfur, I couldn't resist. The newest kits were only a few moons old and I called Fuzzy, Fuzzkit, Furry, Furkit, and Ploofy, Poofkit.

We wrote down the knew names and began describing their actions in Warriors terms in our journal. I thought about naming Boo a warrior name, but I decided it was too late, she had already gone to the cutter, so she was doomed to be a kittypet for life. The last time I saw the cats, Gingerfur and Stipestar were together, with all of the youngest kits and Ghosttail with them.

The were relaxing and the kits were chasing bugs. It made me glad to have a little clan of my own. Then I realized, that I hadn't yet named my clan so I called it DiscoveryClan (I know, kind of lengthy) but I named it that because I was proud that we were able to discover a real group of wildcats and know them like I know ThunderClan and the other cats of the Warriors books. That is the story of DiscoveryClan, my very own backyard Clan.

Liked it, everybody? Here's some info on a new story peacepuppylove's writing-I am so gonna read it! D -pearla

I'll probably put my whole journal on the site too, so

look for my story! (The story will probably be called DiscoveryClan)

Keep writing! -peacepuppylove