Disclaimer-..this is getting old.
This one is written by me! the first few chapters are rreeaallly short, but they start to get longer as it goes on.
Chapter 2
Stream shared tongues with her companions for the last time that night. She couldn't possibly feel more excited. Well, she felt that way until Rose came to share tongues with. Stream's best friend, besides her sister, Silver, was Rose. The reddish she-cat looked so sad, so sullen, that Stream's high spirits were swiped away like leaves in flood water. She felt her eyes get big with saddness. She gently licked her pal's coat.
"I'll miss you so much," Rose murmerd.
"yeah, me too!" stream mewed, nearly wailing. The two friends continued to share tongues in silence, pretty much knowing what the other had to say.
That night, Stream met up with Silver. They just looked at eachother. Stream could tell by the look on Silver's face that her sister was doubting their task too. They didn't exchange any words; the two sisters just lay down next to eachother.
While she lay, Stream's mind was whirling with worries.They might never see Rose or theit mother or any of the cats in their group at all.
When Stream thoguht it over, she realized that she and Silver really were popular cats in their group. They were clever, cunning, and sneaky. Or worse, only one of them could die, leaving the other to live alone without them. If Silver died.. I don't know what I'd do. Stream thought, looking over fondly at her sister. Then Stream realized something.She realized that even though she was cunning, clever, and sneaky, she and Silver were both kind.
She wondered if perhaps the life of a rogue wasn't the life for her. Perhaps she really wasn't mean enough, to put it bluntly. Whenever she caught a mouse, rather then scourning it, like so many of hte cats she lived with, Stream felt guilty about taking its life just so she could eat. She always regretted attackiesng the other cats who lived in teh forest. Before drifting off to sleep, Stream found the horrible realization that she was absolutly dreading the task that had been laid out in front of her.
Stream's dark dreams of a young cat wailing of loss and sorrow were interrupted by a paw prodding her sharply and painfully.
"Stream, Silver, it is time!" came the of the harsh voices of one of the cats in her group. The cat disapeared before Stream could gather her bearings. Silver was stirring too. The two silvery cats exchanged anxious glances. "This is it," Silver said to Stream. Stream nodded.
"Ohh, this is it all right," Silver look at her.
"Are you dreading this as much as I am?" she asked. All Stream could do was nod in reply as a wave of yowling erupted from outside their sleeping spot.
"It is time! It is time! It is time!" The group called eagerly. Stream took a deep breath and stepped into outside.
