The Adventure of a Lifetime

Enjoy! Neep 15:27, May 2, 2010 (UTC)

Cast of characters
Twister: A slim dark gray tom with amber eyes

Snap: A mottled brown and white tom with pale yellow eyes, and a torn left ear

Crackle: A slender silver tabby she-cat with bright green eyes, and dark stripes.

Striker: A massive golden-brown tabby tom with amber eyes, and a white chest and paws

Reed: A black she-cat with green eyes and short, slick fur

Hazel: A light brown tabby she-cat with dark blue eyes

Prologue
A tom stalked through the night, unaware of the shadows that lurked around him. He jumped back as a bush rattled, and scurried up a tree. He dug his claws into the nearest branch and heaved himself up. Several sleek shadows with glowing eyes snarled at him and scrambled up the oak tree. The tom shrieked through the night and clawed the nearest one and he watched proudly as the cat fell and slumped to the ground. Four cats were left, clawing and biting the tom. The fight went on for hours, and two cats were dead. The tom was exausted, but he kept aiming blows at the intruders. Finally, a larger cat jumped out from behind him and the tom heard a snap, and the world went black.

Chapter One
Twister's stomach growled as a squirrel darted out in front of him. Crackle snickered. "You could have killed it if it weren't for your growling stomach!" Twister laughed and jumped on her, nipping her ears. Crackle pushed him off, giggling. "Enough of that, we need to find prey to bring to Striker and Hazel. Haven't you heard that Hazel is expecting Striker's kits?" Twister gasped. "Kits? She's having kits? LET'S GO!" he yelled as he took off running. Crackle tripped him with her tail. "No, you deaf lump of fur. Expecting. Not having. Come on, we need to find prey." Crackle lifted her tail and stalked towards a bramble bush. Twister saw a plump mouse nibbling on a seed, and he leaped. His paws were splattered with warm blood when he lifted his prey to Crackle and burried it. Crackle smiled, "Nice catch!" Twister admired her squirrel. "Yours too." Crackle's whiskers twitched in amusement. "More prey, let's go!" she commanded.

Snap stalked soundlessly through the forest, his long curved claws sheathing and unsheathing. He stopped when he heard two cats giggling ahead of him. "Who's there?" he called. The giggling stopped, and he heard rustling as they fled from him. Snap roared and they ran faster. He snickered as two cats, a dark gray tom, and a silver tabby she-cat scurried away, prey in their jaws. Snap grinned in delight and he began walking through the woods alone once more. He stumbled over the body of a tom. "Oh yes, I remember you," he laughed. "I killed you last night." The tom's eyes were a pale green and sightless, and his fur was blood stained, wounded, and his neck was snapped. "Those Clan cats don't know how to defend themselves from one tom! They lost two cats last night, but I killed the murderer." Snap's paws warmed in pleasure as he remembered. Six cats fought against a rogue tom, and he struck two of them down with heavy blows of his claws. The last four of the Clan cats were tired and injured, but they fought the tom still. The tom was slowing down too. Snap, tired of watching them struggle, leaped into battle and broke the tom's neck. He had ended the battle. Him. Himself. He had defended the weak Clan cats. Snap was pleased as he burried the tom's body to be polite, and he continued walking through the forest.