Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

    Bramble trotted down the street with her nose up in the air. She was looking for food, but she could not even find a single mouse scampering along the sidewalk. She even became so desperate for food, she climbed down an uncovered manhole and got herself all smelly. After alll that, she only found one skinny mouse. Normally, there were many mice along the streets, but today Bramble could not find or catch any. They probably smelled her hunger, and the smell of the sewer water made Bramble even more desperate for food, which alarmed the mice. Bramble decided to wash up in waterso she wouldn't have to lick the disgusting sewer water off herself. 
   She took a path to a river today. The river was in the forest, but she might find some food on the way, and she was up for a walk away from the city. 
    She reached the river and cautiously walked in. The clean, clear water was cold, but it felt good to be clean. She got down and rolled onto her back to clean it. The ater felt faster when she laid like this.
   Adventure surged through her and she jumped to her feet. A fish raced by her and she pushed it to the bottom of the river with her claws out. The fish tried to swim away as the water became bright red. Bramble through up into the air with her paw and it landed on  the hard dirt beside the river. Before it could squirm back in, Bramble pounced on it and picked it up in her mouth. She walked over to hot patch of grass and laid down. She set her food down beside her and began to gobble it up in generous bites. When she was done, she walked farther into the forest. A blurred ball of fur was thrown at her and knocked her over. Claws wrapped around her neck, and huge, sharp teeth pierced her fur.
   "Mrr-aw!" she shrieked, twisting her neck around.
  She rolled around the dirt and got up to er feet to try to find any part of the rival cat's body to attack.  She collapsed to the ground, though, and the other cat held her down. For some reason, she was in some frozen state and couldn't move.
   "Sorry to have to do that," the cat hissed in her ear quietly.
    Bramble growled.
   "Shh! Pretend your dead," the cat whispered. 
   Another cat ran through the bushes and up to Bramble.
  "She is dead. We will take her, Blackrock," the cat pinning Bramble down growled.
  "What shall you do with her? She is a mere scrap of fur who got too close to where she does not belong. She means nothing!" the second cat said.
  "If she means nothing, then why do you stay to question me? We need her for our young, to teach them to be alert of outsiders," the first cat hissed.
  "I just think no outsiders should be allowed to trespass and get away with it," Blackrock hissed back, taking a last look at Bramble. Then he sprinted away.
    "You are lucky. If he'd found you, you'd be dead," the cat told Bramble.
    "Aren't I already? I can't move, what did you do to me?"
    "I only had Streamlight temporarily make you unable to move most of your body. Come, Streamlight." 
   Bramble looked up. He saw the first cat was a dark gray tabby with thick fur and spots mixed in with his tabby markings. Another cat came from beneath thick brush. She had white, creamy gray, and light, creamy orange markings. Her eyes were bright blue, and she looked very friendly.
   "Hello, I'm Streamlight. You will be able to move completely again in a few hours to a few weeks. It depends, every cat is different."
  "A few weeks?" Bramble said in surprise. 
   "We will bring you to shelter and you will be safe. It is much better than what would have happened if Blackrock got to you," she said in a friendly voice. 
   More cats came from the brush and took Bramble to the heart of the forest before Bramble could say a word. They set her down where many other cats were crowded. They all eyed Bramble and began to talk.
   "Is that a kittypet?"
   "Is she really staying?"
   "Is she a prisoner?"
   "Where is she from?" 
   "Enough!" one cat roared over the rest. 
 
   Everyone looked up. It was the first cat that found Bramble. 
  
    "The new cat is here to recover. Treat her with respect. She does not know of our ways, and was almost found by Blackrock," the cat said.
   All the cats gasped.
    "She was saved but many herbs have caused her to be unable to move most of her body for a temporary time of a few hours to a few weeks. We will feed her and provide shelter and care for her. We are a kind clowder, we do not hurt ones who have done nothing to us."
   "i don't trust her!" a cat from the crowd hissed.
  The cat that found Bramble, who stood on a pile of twigs, puffed up his fur as tension filled the air.

-- Edited by Tabbystripe at 20:48, 2008-03-01

-- Edited by Tabbystripe at 20:49, 2008-03-01

-- Edited by Tabbystripe at 21:34, 2008-03-01