The Ghost

This will probably be my only story, I will work on. Please don't delete it.

I'm A Dork, That Should Answer 90% Of Everything  00:25, August 21, 2016 (UTC)Fireflyflight

This has nothing to do with my life, it was just an idea I wanted to explore.

Chapter One
''I never believed in Starclan. It never made sense. I'm no clan cat. I'm no rogue. I'm not a loner. Nor a tribe cat. That only leaves one thing doesn't it? ''

''A disgusting, filthy, fat, slime-eating, mousebrained, kittypet. Except-''

"Cat! Food." An upwalker called. It was a tom-walker,  older yet not an elder. His breath smelled like chemicals, his top fur always covered in something they call grease. He watched lights on a piece of thin solid water. He disappears during the light rise til dark rise. No lights ever shine in the den other than the solid water at dark rise. Filth covers the den.

My name is Loki.

My paws padded over the dirt covering the floors. The dish I call my bowl was only the smallest bit full. My belly grumbled.

"Cat, I on my have enough to feed you that much everyday. Now catch mice or something." My Upwalker said. I purred. He was still my owner. I must respect that.

Light rise was here. He would leave and he did.

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Loki padded towards a counter. Loki jumped. His ribs showed then his fur. His black and white fur. His paws extended to the top. He had jumped up there many times before. He landed successfully. A window was above the counter.