Author's Note- Well, I haven't updated this in over a month and that probably chased off most readers, but if you're here, thank you! Enjoy!
"He took us back to his home; a rotten tree soaked in blood and surrounded by dead bodies. My sister kept closing her eyes, then stumbling over her paws because of it. The cat asked us our names. Up until that point I had only been called 'kit' or 'tom', but I knew those weren't names. My sister had looked at me, she clearly needed help with a name. So I said, 'This is, um, Daisy and I ,uh, am...H'. I think our names might have been mistake number two."
The listening cats had gathered closer around H.
"He seemed to take that as an answer, and my sister liked her name. He kept us with him for a while, and I kept pondering why I chose 'H' for my name. It wasn't any more a name than 'kit' or 'tom' had been. Well, after maybe a half-moon the cat told us, 'You have been taking shelter here. Now you must learn to fight and leave'. That was never the thing I had expected. Fight? How? We were only kits, after all. The cat said that he'd train us. Agreeing was my third mistake."
Fight? That cat must be wacked up in the head if he thinks kits will fight, Shingle thought.
"We started practice the following day. It wasn't like training here. No, no, we used our claws. All the time. Daisy soon tired of it and asked to sit out. He let her. I on the other hand kept training. I was getting better and I was proud of myself because of it. I'm not surre where my fourth mistake was. It was somewhere in that training."
Some more cats began coming over to listen, and Shingle was glad to see that the blank look on Spider's face was gone.
"It wasn't long before I got really hurt. My shoulder was ripped open and blood spilled into the already red grass. The cat didn't let me quit though. He said that in a real battle I couldn't stop, not until my opponent was dead. So I continued. Day after day I continued. Day after day my sister would patch me up and tell me not to try again. Day after day I ignored her. Then it happened."
H paused. The cluster of cats around him waited. The silence lasted several heartbeats.
"We ran. For the second time in our life, we ran for our lives. It was at night and everything seemed to be against us. The leaves crunched under our feet, the sound seeming way too loud. I could have sworn that someone would catch us and kill us. And someone did. Her name was Kateran. We ran straight into her den. Heh, that was embaressing. She had three kits, all about our age. We were scared out of our minds, and Kateran comforted us. I remember the way she made us feel welcome, and the way her kits helped, too. Their names were Meme, Jeffery, and Thimble. Daisy and Meme were best of friends, and I must say I liked Thimble."
"Wh-what happened to them?", Stumpypaw whispered, eyes wide.
"I don't know. We all grew up. We went our seperate ways, except Daisy and I. We saw Meme sometimes, she found a mate and had a kit. You all know Ferret?"
The clan cats glanced over to one side of the camp. Ferret bounced around, trampling everything. They all knew him.
"Yeah, he was Meme's kit. A rogue fox killed her, and Daisy had to keep him. We haven't seen Thimble and Jeffery yet, maybe we will someday.", H finished his story.
"Wow", Redpaw whispered.
"Eh-hm", a voice behind them grunted.
The group turned to see Daisy standing nearby. She had Ferret at her side. The two looked so different.
Author's Note- Well that is short, but all I have at the moment. Sorry! I'll try to get more!