Thanks reveiwers! You get a Bluestar hugging Oakheart plushie. New prize next update. Can some of my loyal (If I have any...) readers submit some Dark Forest cats? Don't worry, I'll stop my rambling soon. I'm going to start recommending stories. If I put hazel eyes on accident, I can blame that I'm listening to 'Behind These Hazel Eyes' on my Ipod and it's replaying.
Story Recommendation:
Shadows of the Night: Book One: The Disappearance by NightKill
Ferndapple's tall swished back in forth in agitation as she became lost again in the dark, tangled alleyways of twoleg place. She hissed and turned around, blue (A/N: I almost put hazel. XD) eyes flashing and dancing with anger. "This is hopeless!" she hissed, leaping onto a trashcan and scambling up onto a nest top. The slicing wind nearly blew her off the roof, and she cursed out the bad weather. She swore she had to get down soon or she'd rip off the top of the nest, piece by piece.
She glanced around, all it seemed she could see were twoleg nests as far as she could see. She hisssed in anger, but glanced from side to side, swiveling her ears, Petalclan's exeptional hearing skills coming in handy.
Ferndapple could see a small park and heard a faint ruslting in the bushes with prey. A small waterfall flowed in to a stream, which led to a pond.
She smiled and crouched down, white-tipped tail strait out for balance, and took a flying leap at the next nest. Her back paws slipped, and she dropped down, twisting in the air and landing awkwardly.
Ferndapple slipped across the rough ground, moor soft paws aching and leaving a scarlet trail. Her wounded shoulder had split again, just adding to the trail. She sat, and began to lick her shoulder, stopping the flow.
She continued on, soon reaching a hard thunderpath, the monsters rushing past and splattering Ferndapple with gritty liquid. She waited for the thunderpath to reach a calm spurt, racing across with racing paws, reaching the other side, a monster racing where she had been standing heartbeats before.
"Close call." A voice called from atop a wood fence, and a fat kittypet with a blue collar was lazily sitting their, eyes showing mild curiosity. "You don't look like a rouge," he babbled on, "you're to lean and well muscled for a she-cat."
"I have no buisness with fat, lazy kittypets or mousebrained rouges."
The tom twitched his ginger tabby tail. ''To bad. Ta ta." he leapt back into his yard and Ferndapple hissed at him, but turned and continued on her way to the park.
As night began to fall she leapt onto a trashcan, knocking off the lid on accident. "Oops..." she muttered as a twoleg opened a window and threw a hard, round object at her. (A/N- A baseball)
She sniffed it and pawed at it, and it rolled away. She shrugged. Twolegs were mousebrained.
Ferndapple glanced up at the setting sun and increased her pace, wanting to reach the park by nightfall.
She raced forward, reaching the park within five minutes. She leapt into the pond, soaking her gritty fur an ducked under the water, and climbing out, shaking her now soaked pelt.
She reached a small den and crawled in, falling alseep. She woke up to someone pawing her, and two brown tabbies standing infront of her.
"Who are you, and what are you doing here?" the she-cat snarled, and Ferndapple gulped at their unseathed claws.
I know some of the spelling is bad, but I try. +) Cyclops smile. The next chapter P.O.V is not Ferndapple. You'll find out soon. Sorry for the shortness.