Post by Embertail GCMC on May 6, 2013 18:19:53 GMT -5
I am Hail, a tribe leader of the strong mountain cats, The Tribe of Beating Wings. My story has been rough and cold, but I run through like fire in a dry forest. Together, me and my tribe will live through whatever may come.
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A small black and white she-cat fled into a cave, holding a gray, white, and black fluffy newborn. A large brown tom followed her in, "Carnation, how's she doing?" The tom inquired the she-cat. "Great. Tear, do you mind getting a shrew or something from the kill pile? It's freezing and the only thing keeping her warmer is food." The tom nodded his head and darted to the middle of the cave. He grabbed a mouse, heading back into the cave. "Do we know what her name is yet?" "Has Silence decided?" "Will Cave take her in as her Pupil?" Few whispers echoed in the stony build, the only thing keeping the small she-cat, Silence, from entering the den. "Hush! You need not to ponder, but to watch." Silence hissed at the mewing cats, silencing them quickly. The she-cat entered the bush den, blue eyes wandering the couple. "Have you decided?" The queen, Carnation, broke the silence with a whimper. "Yes." The leader said quickly and retreated the den, hopping upon the ledge that was used for meetings. "Cats of the Mountains, I have decided the path this kit will take. She will train as a Soldier, and her name..." The cats eyed the leader as she spoke the final word with a hushed whisper. "...Hail."
Moons passed, and the newborn, Hail, has grown into a healthy kit.
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Chapter One
A small black and white she-cat fled into a cave, holding a gray, white, and black fluffy newborn. A large brown tom followed her in, "Carnation, how's she doing?" The tom inquired the she-cat. "Great. Tear, do you mind getting a shrew or something from the kill pile? It's freezing and the only thing keeping her warmer is food." The tom nodded his head and darted to the middle of the cave. He grabbed a mouse, heading back into the cave. "Do we know what her name is yet?" "Has Silence decided?" "Will Cave take her in as her Pupil?" Few whispers echoed in the stony build, the only thing keeping the small she-cat, Silence, from entering the den. "Hush! You need not to ponder, but to watch." Silence hissed at the mewing cats, silencing them quickly. The she-cat entered the bush den, blue eyes wandering the couple. "Have you decided?" The queen, Carnation, broke the silence with a whimper. "Yes." The leader said quickly and retreated the den, hopping upon the ledge that was used for meetings. "Cats of the Mountains, I have decided the path this kit will take. She will train as a Soldier, and her name..." The cats eyed the leader as she spoke the final word with a hushed whisper. "...Hail."
Chapter Two
Moons passed, and the newborn, Hail, has grown into a healthy kit.