Post by ||♦Tangle♦|| on Nov 16, 2008 15:02:24 GMT -6
A friend of mine made this rlly awsum story, its about...u'll c, lol; btw, yea the friend I'm talking about is Lionflight(in NightClan); Silverfrost (Of StoneClan) and Snowpaw(Of TwilightClan/DawnClan) But yea...lol
Short Summary: What if Princess went into the forest instead of Rusty? How would the story have been different if she became an apprentice of ThunderClan?
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It was a warm day outside, and Princess was taking advantage of it. Her Twolegs had allowed her to leave the house that day and she was free to travel down the street to meet up her friend, Smudge, and her brother, Rusty. The three young cats were currently perched upon the fence that separated Rusty's yard from the forest, staring into the inpenetrable depths of the woods.
Princess, who's Twolegs lived a couple houses away from the forest, was intrigued by it. She rarely journeyed to Rusty's garden, meaning that the forest had a mysterious air to her that was lost upon Smudge and her brother. In a voice that was half-awed and half-fearful she asked, "What do you think is in there?"
"I heard that wild-cats live in the forest," Rusty answered. He was cleaning his fur, showing that he was not too interested in the conversation. "I doubt that the rumours are true, though. Honesty what cat in their right mind would live in that forest, especially when it gets cold or rainy?"
"But it is true," Smudge whispered in a low voice. "Old Henry went into the forest when he was younger and stumbled across some of those wild-cats. According to them they're huge brutes that eat live rabbits and live fight amongst each other!"
"Really?" Princess asked. She looked out into the forest, blue eyes widening. "Cool!"
Rusty stopped cleaning and gave his sister an odd look. "You call brutes that eat live animals and kill each other 'cool?'" The ginger cat purred in amusement, giving the tabby she-cat a playful bat on the ears. "Dear little Princess, I do believe that something is wrong with your head."
Princess glared at Rusty, her blue eyes darkening despite the joking tone in her brother's voice. "Hey!" she protested. "There's nothing wrong with my head! Besides, the whole concept of living out in the wild without having Twolegs and having to rely on your own cunning to survive sounds rather exciting."
"Exciting?" Smudge squeaked. His black-and-white fur began to bristle as if the mere thought of killing rabbits and fighting other cats terrified him. "Henry said that the wild-cats were monsters, Princess! You'd have to be mad to actually go out there and try to be like them."
Rusty glanced at the two other cats with cool green eyes. "Don't tell me that you actually believe what Henry says? Mother told us that the old cat was addled in the brain. Smudge, he could have easily told you a lie or could have easily imagined meeting these supposed wild-cats."
Princess gaped at her brother, shocked at his frosty and nonchalant attitude. Since when did sweet and kind Rusty act like this? Her shock instantly turned into rage, quickly jumping to Smudge's defense. "Smudge would know if Henry was lying or not!" she spat. "I, for one, believe that there are wild-cats in the forest."
Smudge said nothing, but glanced at Princess with thankful amber eyes. Rusty still remained levelheaded, but his claws had unsheathed and were digging into the fence. "Fine," he meowed. "If you honestly believe that there are wild-cats in the forest, why don't you go in and bring back proof of their existence?"
Her rage giving her foolish and temporary courage, Princess nodded fervently. "Fine then, I will!" The brown tabby gazed fearlessly, ready to bring back a live wild-cat if it would knock her brother of his high-horse.
She was just preparing to jump off the fence when the distant voice of her Twoleg reached her, calling for her to return home. Princess sighed, turning back to Smudge and Rusty, the latter having a triumphant look of smugness upon his face.
"Oh well," Rusty meowed in a mock apologetic tone. "It looks like you won't be able to go in after all, little sister."
Princess rounded on her brother, having half a mind to claw that smug little smirk off his face. "Don't be too sure about that! Both of you, meet me back here tonight when the moon is highest in the sky and I'll show you that wild-cats do exist!"
Smudge's eyes widened in horror. "Princess," he began in a fearful voice, "you don't have to that. You-"
"Smudge," Rusty interrupted. "If Princess wants to risk her pelt just to prove that those wild brutes exist, let her." He nodded at his sister. "When the moon is highest in the sky," he agreed. "You better not chicken out, Princess."
"Believe me, I won't!" Without another word, Princess jumped off the fence and stomped out of Rusty's yard. For a few moments she just muttered angrily to herself, but then she paused as the idiotic rage passed and she could finally think clearly.
Had she just agreed to venture into a dangerous forest all by herself? At night, when the very big and very hungry predators were out?
Princess continued on her way, cursing her stupidity with every step she took.
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Rusty woke up, his claws digging into the soft linen of his basket as he panted heavily. His heart was pounding in his chest, almost as if he had been running for a long distance. The ginger tomcat lay still for a few moments, forcing himself to calm down.
Same old basket he always slept in. Same old bowls full of bland food and tasteless water. Same old window that allowed a few murky ways of moonlight to penetrate the darkness of the room. He was home where he belonged.
Despite the familiar sights and smells, Rusty could not get the visions of his dream out of his head. Visions of the forest still haunted his mind, reluctant to let him go, even when he was no longer asleep.
The dreams had started nearly a moon ago and had plagued Rusty ever since. Every night it was the same; he was hunting the forest, free of his collar, and stalking a mouse. He would always be just about to catch his prey when something would jerk him awake. But even when he was awake, the ginger cat could still vividly remember his strange dreams.
Rusty knew that somehow, no matter how strange it seemed, that the forest was calling to him. His heart knew, no matter how hard his mind tried to deny it, that something was drawing him to the forest.
He admitted that a part of himself wanting to follow these visions and experience his nightly journeys in real life. But a part of himself, the part that was common sense, was afraid of these dreams. Following them could mean giving up everything that was at his home. Rusty wasn't so sure he wanted to make that sacrifice just to live wild in the woods.
So he hid his fear and caution of the forest behind a mask of cold indifference. Hiding his feelings proved difficult, especially when around Princess and Smudge, who knew him better than any other cats. But Rusty could do it, although he appeared cold and cruel as a result.
But it's worth it, he thought. I may accidentally act mean towards my friends, especially Princess, but at least they don't know about the dreams. How would they react if I told them I dreamed about living wild and killing animals like that?
And it was this reasoning, this act, that kept Rusty from pursuing his foolish dreams. He would not live feral like that if it meant abandoning his best friend and sister and breaking their hearts. All it took was this common sense and Rusty could resist his impulses.
In time the dreams would pass and he would be free to live peacefully with his Twolegs and his friends as if nothing at all had happened.
And eventually they would.
A Warrior's Heart
Short Summary: What if Princess went into the forest instead of Rusty? How would the story have been different if she became an apprentice of ThunderClan?
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It was a warm day outside, and Princess was taking advantage of it. Her Twolegs had allowed her to leave the house that day and she was free to travel down the street to meet up her friend, Smudge, and her brother, Rusty. The three young cats were currently perched upon the fence that separated Rusty's yard from the forest, staring into the inpenetrable depths of the woods.
Princess, who's Twolegs lived a couple houses away from the forest, was intrigued by it. She rarely journeyed to Rusty's garden, meaning that the forest had a mysterious air to her that was lost upon Smudge and her brother. In a voice that was half-awed and half-fearful she asked, "What do you think is in there?"
"I heard that wild-cats live in the forest," Rusty answered. He was cleaning his fur, showing that he was not too interested in the conversation. "I doubt that the rumours are true, though. Honesty what cat in their right mind would live in that forest, especially when it gets cold or rainy?"
"But it is true," Smudge whispered in a low voice. "Old Henry went into the forest when he was younger and stumbled across some of those wild-cats. According to them they're huge brutes that eat live rabbits and live fight amongst each other!"
"Really?" Princess asked. She looked out into the forest, blue eyes widening. "Cool!"
Rusty stopped cleaning and gave his sister an odd look. "You call brutes that eat live animals and kill each other 'cool?'" The ginger cat purred in amusement, giving the tabby she-cat a playful bat on the ears. "Dear little Princess, I do believe that something is wrong with your head."
Princess glared at Rusty, her blue eyes darkening despite the joking tone in her brother's voice. "Hey!" she protested. "There's nothing wrong with my head! Besides, the whole concept of living out in the wild without having Twolegs and having to rely on your own cunning to survive sounds rather exciting."
"Exciting?" Smudge squeaked. His black-and-white fur began to bristle as if the mere thought of killing rabbits and fighting other cats terrified him. "Henry said that the wild-cats were monsters, Princess! You'd have to be mad to actually go out there and try to be like them."
Rusty glanced at the two other cats with cool green eyes. "Don't tell me that you actually believe what Henry says? Mother told us that the old cat was addled in the brain. Smudge, he could have easily told you a lie or could have easily imagined meeting these supposed wild-cats."
Princess gaped at her brother, shocked at his frosty and nonchalant attitude. Since when did sweet and kind Rusty act like this? Her shock instantly turned into rage, quickly jumping to Smudge's defense. "Smudge would know if Henry was lying or not!" she spat. "I, for one, believe that there are wild-cats in the forest."
Smudge said nothing, but glanced at Princess with thankful amber eyes. Rusty still remained levelheaded, but his claws had unsheathed and were digging into the fence. "Fine," he meowed. "If you honestly believe that there are wild-cats in the forest, why don't you go in and bring back proof of their existence?"
Her rage giving her foolish and temporary courage, Princess nodded fervently. "Fine then, I will!" The brown tabby gazed fearlessly, ready to bring back a live wild-cat if it would knock her brother of his high-horse.
She was just preparing to jump off the fence when the distant voice of her Twoleg reached her, calling for her to return home. Princess sighed, turning back to Smudge and Rusty, the latter having a triumphant look of smugness upon his face.
"Oh well," Rusty meowed in a mock apologetic tone. "It looks like you won't be able to go in after all, little sister."
Princess rounded on her brother, having half a mind to claw that smug little smirk off his face. "Don't be too sure about that! Both of you, meet me back here tonight when the moon is highest in the sky and I'll show you that wild-cats do exist!"
Smudge's eyes widened in horror. "Princess," he began in a fearful voice, "you don't have to that. You-"
"Smudge," Rusty interrupted. "If Princess wants to risk her pelt just to prove that those wild brutes exist, let her." He nodded at his sister. "When the moon is highest in the sky," he agreed. "You better not chicken out, Princess."
"Believe me, I won't!" Without another word, Princess jumped off the fence and stomped out of Rusty's yard. For a few moments she just muttered angrily to herself, but then she paused as the idiotic rage passed and she could finally think clearly.
Had she just agreed to venture into a dangerous forest all by herself? At night, when the very big and very hungry predators were out?
Princess continued on her way, cursing her stupidity with every step she took.
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Rusty woke up, his claws digging into the soft linen of his basket as he panted heavily. His heart was pounding in his chest, almost as if he had been running for a long distance. The ginger tomcat lay still for a few moments, forcing himself to calm down.
Same old basket he always slept in. Same old bowls full of bland food and tasteless water. Same old window that allowed a few murky ways of moonlight to penetrate the darkness of the room. He was home where he belonged.
Despite the familiar sights and smells, Rusty could not get the visions of his dream out of his head. Visions of the forest still haunted his mind, reluctant to let him go, even when he was no longer asleep.
The dreams had started nearly a moon ago and had plagued Rusty ever since. Every night it was the same; he was hunting the forest, free of his collar, and stalking a mouse. He would always be just about to catch his prey when something would jerk him awake. But even when he was awake, the ginger cat could still vividly remember his strange dreams.
Rusty knew that somehow, no matter how strange it seemed, that the forest was calling to him. His heart knew, no matter how hard his mind tried to deny it, that something was drawing him to the forest.
He admitted that a part of himself wanting to follow these visions and experience his nightly journeys in real life. But a part of himself, the part that was common sense, was afraid of these dreams. Following them could mean giving up everything that was at his home. Rusty wasn't so sure he wanted to make that sacrifice just to live wild in the woods.
So he hid his fear and caution of the forest behind a mask of cold indifference. Hiding his feelings proved difficult, especially when around Princess and Smudge, who knew him better than any other cats. But Rusty could do it, although he appeared cold and cruel as a result.
But it's worth it, he thought. I may accidentally act mean towards my friends, especially Princess, but at least they don't know about the dreams. How would they react if I told them I dreamed about living wild and killing animals like that?
And it was this reasoning, this act, that kept Rusty from pursuing his foolish dreams. He would not live feral like that if it meant abandoning his best friend and sister and breaking their hearts. All it took was this common sense and Rusty could resist his impulses.
In time the dreams would pass and he would be free to live peacefully with his Twolegs and his friends as if nothing at all had happened.
And eventually they would.
