Unaccepted

''Spooky is a black she-cat, born as a kittypet. As she grows, she notices that her Twolegs don't like her; they seem edgy around her, avoid her more than they play with her. She's always the last to be fed. She isn't allowed to sleep on the kids' bed, though her sisters are. And she's been struck, kicked, and dropped from dizzying heights more than once. Its when she meets Carbon, a black tom that lives in the woods after leaving his kittypet life, that she learns the truth about what black cats mean to Twolegs.''

Characters
Spooky: Black she-cat with green eyes

Mocha: Dark brown she-cat with yellow eyes

Socks: Brown tabby she-cat with white paws and muzzle

Autumn: Brown tabby she-cat with green eyes

Olive: Brown tabby she-cat with yellow eyes

Prolouge
"Lissa!" Alissa looked up as her name was called, scowling. She hated the nickname her mother had given her. She turned the page of her magazine and crossed her ankles.

"What, Mom?!" She screamed back, grimacing at the picture of Kristen Stewart without any make-up in the magazine.

"You might want to come down here!" Huffing, Alissa slammed her magazine shut and tossed it on the bed. She rolled until her feet touched the ground, and yanked her fuzzy slippers on. It was cold downstairs. Alissa flicked off the light as she darted out the door.

Alissa sat on the railing of the stairs and slid down; she'd gotten better at it over the years, and no longer feared she'd fall backward off the slender railing and hit the ground below, like she had when she was younger. She still had a scar on her arm from hitting the stair as she went down.

"Mom?" Alissa peeked around the corner, into the living room. Her mom and dad were crouched over something; her dad was talking rapidly into his cell phone.

"Over here, Lis."

"My name is Alissa, Mom. Not 'Lis', or 'Lissa'. Alissa."

"All right, smart aleck. Come over here." Alissa crouched beside her mom and gasped.

Mocha was sitting in her cat bed, licking at the four damp kittens curled at her belly.

"She had her kittens?"

"No, those are pieces of T-bone steak. Yes, she had her kittens, dummy."

"Sheesh. Sor-ree." Alissa grinned at the pretty kittens. Three of them had their mothers brown tabby fur. The other one...

"Mom," Alissa said cautiously.

"Hmm?" Her mother replied, scratching Mocha behind the ear.

"The fourth kitten. Is it...is it a black cat?" Her mother look first at Alissa, then at the kitten.

"I suppose it is. Why?"

"Black cats are bad luck."

"Lissy, you are so superstisious. Don't worry, your new kitty won't bring you bad luck."

"Mom, its Alissa! And I don't care what you say. Black cats are bad luck and we need to get rid of it."

"Alissa." She used her full name. Not a good sign. "We are not going to get rid of Mocha's kitten because you think its bad luck. We're keeping all the kittens. Understand?"

"I guess." Alissa shoved away from the bed and stomped back upstairs. The least time spent with the unlucky rat, the better. Mocha was her moms' cat, anyways.

Chapter One
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