Description: Choose a well-known fairy tail and convert it to fit the warriors world. Must be written from the perspective of the villain.

Word requirement: 700 minimum; no maximum

OC or canon: OC

Forum: The Clan Cat Cafe

Little Red Ribbon

A wolf slipped soundlessly through the bushes on the outskirts of the cats' territory. He could feel his stomach growling for he had not eaten in many days. It was not on account of his hunting skills, he was sure, but because when borders were decided he had gotten the short end of the stick.

One could argue that it was an act of weakness to allow cats to take his territory and at times he thought so himself, but one could not argue with the courage and sheer number of the cats. So here he was at the edge of their territory biding his time until he would get his revenge. For he would get his revenge, one could no more dispute the cunning and intelligence of the wolf than they could the numbers of the cats.

The black wolf's ears pricked at the sound of a young cat crashing through the undergrowth. He sniffed the air and discovered it was the one they call Little Red Ribbon. This could be fun.

Her real name was Flowerpaw, or at least that was what he had heard. Well known for being the dullest of the cats' trainees, she always had a red ribbon tied around her neck. He crept closer and saw that the ginger she-cat had a couple of mice in her jaws. The wolf emerged out the bushes to speak with her.

"Little Red Ribbon, what a pleasant surprise. What are you doing outside your territory?" the wolf asked, sending a pleasant smile her way.

The cat looked up in surprise, to her it must have looked like he appeared out of thin air. She set her mice down on the grass and meowed, "Grandmother is sick so I'm bringing her prey."

Ah, Grandmother, the old loner that all the little cats seemed to love for her stories. If he set this up right he would have two meals before sunset.

"But what is a young cat like you doing running errands on a beautiful day like this? Just look at all the pretty flowers blooming around us," the wolf said, his voice smooth as honey.

Little Red Ribbon's eyes widened as she looked at the scenery around her. Offhand the wolf could have told her that sunlight was trickling in though the leaves of the strong oaks around them and that many different types of flowers stuck their faces out over the grass, he could even hear birdsong all around them, but the ginger cat was finding out these things for herself. She had obviously been trying so hard not to trip on grass and fall on her face that she had neglected to notice the day around her, the wolf almost laughed.

Little Red Ribbon let out a cry of joy and began to pick various flowers. Seeing that the cat was distracted he scarfed down the mice and ran in the direction of Grandmother's clearing.

The wind whistled in his ears as he leapt over a log blocking the path. The wolf let out a yelp as his paw landed on a sharp stone, but kept going with only an irritated growl. He stopped when the packed down earth of the path turned to the tall grass of the old cat's clearing.

He quickly spotted the old she-cat sleeping under a willow tree on the edge of a stream. The wolf gobbled her up and prepared to wait for Little Red Ribbon.

It was not long until the ginger cat appeared at the edge of the forest, a daisy held carefully in her jaws. She set down the flower to talk.

"Grandmother, where are you? I have brought you a daisy to brighten your day," she meowed, trying to see over the tall grass.

"Over here," the wolf called in the highest voice he could muster, it made him feel a little silly. Little Red Ribbon picked up the flower and padded in his direction.

"Oh, Grandmother. What big ears you have!" she exclaimed as she got close enough to see him. The daisy dropped from her mouth.

The wolf's brain scrambled for an answer before he remembered this was Little Red Ribbon. "All the better to hear you with, my dear."

"But, Grandmother, what big eyes you have."

"All the better to see you with."

"I don't understand, Grandmother. Your teeth are so big and sharp!" the apprentice exclaimed. Her eyes were wide as she tried to figure out what was going on.

"Foolish kit," the wolf barked. Then he gobbled the cat up and went on his merry way, feeling he had done the world a great service by ridding it of such stupidity.