Heys! ^^; This is *sort of* a story that I want/ed to writes; and, sure, it *is* really unrealistic, buts.... Heys!!!! I absolutely *love* this ideas!!!! ^^; 8D
100 Tales 62
Year's End
"You know," Claudia sighed. "This is what I miss back home, with my family. I mean…. Living with you cats is wonderful, and all, but we humans just have so many celebrations."
Claudia was a girl who had run away into the forest one day, intending to just take a visit. Instead, she had gotten herself really lost—so lost that she started to live in the woods! However, she had been found by a ThunderClan patrol, and even though she was a human, she could still speak cat language, and she could hunt simple things like fish or maybe birds, and she could even fight! Just the basic moves, of course, and every time there was a battle, she had to stay in camp, partially to defend it and partially to make sure that she didn't get horribly hurt at the scene of the battle—once, she had tried to fight in a battle, and almost lost her life, the medicine cat, Mintleaf, had desperately tried to heal her with herbs, but she had a severe reaction to them and nearly died; it was just lucky that StarClan had stepped in and saved her.
But anyway, she didn't mind. She was great fun for the kits to play with—"They're just like babies back home," she had chuckled—and when winter came around, she could cuddle the babies in her jacket with her. The just new-born ones liked that.
Redtail, the ThunderClan deputy who was sitting beside her, glanced up, surprised. He and Claudia and the rest of the Clan were sitting on a ledge on a cliff overlooking a city. It wasn't very far out of the territory, and besides, Claudia had wanted to see a New Year's celebration in the closest city. She had gone hiking one day, and four hours later she had returned, sweaty and exhausted. She had eaten a piece of prey—she sometimes ate mice and rats and birds, but usually only the skin and the white meat—and proceeded to tell the Clan about her wonderful find. That was the reason that they were all sitting up there now—Claudia was cradling a few kits in her winter jacket, and they were all watching fireworks and listening to humans screaming in joy far below. They were almost two thousand feet above the city; all the skyscrapers looked like little toys for a dollhouse, and the people looked as small as mites.
"I thought you didn't have any problems with Clan life?" he asked curiously, in his nice, deep voice.
"No, not really…." She stared down at the ground miserably. Staring two thousand feet down made her head spin. "I would always get presents for Christmas—another Twoleg holiday—and New Year's would be this big party where we would all drink Coke and wine, which are Twoleg drinks, and…." She trailed off, not being able to continue.
"Ah, yes. I see; I understand." Redtail nodded. "You miss your old home life. That's…. well, it's natural. We've had kittypets come into the Clan before, and realize around certain times that they really missed their old Twoleg homes and owners, and all the things that they were missing there, and most of the time they would leave." He sighed wearily. He suddenly looked and sounded much older than he really was. "But…. you're not going to leave us, are you? Yellowstar's on his way out, and…. Well, how would you like to become the next deputy, after me, after I become leader?"
Claudia stared. "No, I…. I couldn't. I'm not a cat, I'm…."
"But even though you are a human, you are the perfect soul for the job," Redtail reminded her. Claudia felt her heart rise with pride. He had actually used the word 'human'!
"Yeah, I guess," she murmured.
"Look! It's starting," a cat called. Claudia had already told them about the clock towers ringing in the new year, and all the cheers that would come up from the city, and all that.
A light snow began to fall. Redtail pressed up close against Claudia; to keep warm, she guessed. And, together, they heard the midnight bells ring, and they watched the old year's end.