CHAPTER 1 Pickle and George. "Stormy?" mewed a gray she-kit. She pricked her ears listening to the rustleing in the bushes. "Stormy is that you?" The orange eyed cat began to shake. "STORMY?!" She gasped as a black blur kocked her to the ground. A rank oder filled her nostrels "Foxdung!" it spat "Pickle what are you doing out here?" "Stormy was here! Then that! A-and now Blech!" "Stupid kit...Come with me I'll take you back home." Comanded the green eyed kitty pet. "What have you been rolling in?! You smell afull!" She said trying to not laugh. "I-i-i-i-i don't want to talk about that." He growled fur standing on end. "George, How long till we get back?" "Enough time to find Stormy." "Thats gonna take forever!"she whined running after him as fast as her tinny paws could take her. {To be contuniued...}
