Stories by an Eight Year Old

I wrote these stories when I was eight years old; don't blame me if they're pretty rubbish. Oh and none of them are finished yet. I haven't decided but I may choose to re-write some of these.

Mistpaw's Mission
Peter grunted.

“A cat?” he asked.

“Yes,” said Mrs. Cooper.

“Boring!” Peter grunted.

Peter picked up the kitten. It was about 2 weeks by now. He stormed off, and as he got to the edge of the forest, dropped the cat.

“Go furball!” he yelled, “Now or be locked up in the basement.” The kitten squealed and happy to be free it scampered round in a circle happily.

“Now furball!!” yelled Peter as he picked up a stone and throwing it at the kitten. The kitten went down low to the ground and yelped for help.

“Don’t come back!” screamed Peter as he ran at it once more. He roared and then ran off. The kitten leaped up in the air but as it got back to the ground lost footing and tumbled over.

The kitten was grey and white. It had amber eyes with a tint of mischief. He cried for help, this time more urgent.

“Here that?” asked a she-cat.

“Yep!” answered a tom. A black she-cat came bounding out of the trees, followed by a handsome ginger tabby.

“Hello little one. Need any help?” The she-cat’s tummy was swollen. She had kitted recently. The kitten sneezed.

“They’re horrible! They tried to kill me!!” yelped the kitten.

“Who?” asked the tom.

“The twoleg’s.” whimpered the kit.

“Come on,” meowed the she-cat as she picked the kit up by the scruff of his neck.

“Greystar?” meowed the tomcat.

“Ah,” the old she-cat meowed when she stepped out of a den. It appeared to be an old twoleg play hut.

“I will look after him?” offered the she-cat.

“Thank you, Blackice,” she meowed. Blackice nodded.

“Redfire will you bring my kits their fresh-kill?” asked Blackice.

“Yes,” mewed Redfire, and he padded up the clearing.

Blackice took the grey and white kit into the den. There was a hole at the other side.

It looked as if the cats had dug a hole to live in just as meercat’s do. She slipped into the den and straight ahead. She slipped through a narrow edge and into a clearing were cats and there young slept.

Blackice padded over to her kits and gave them all a quick lick.

These kits where also about 2 months.

“Kits I will be looking after this handsome young tom here. You will have to be nice to him,” meowed Blackice. The kittens nodded.

“I can’t wait to be an apprentice!!” squealed a kit.

“What’s an appentice?” asked the grey and white kit.

“Apprentice’s are trained to be warriors. So they can chase of kittypet’s!” meowed Blackice, “You will all become apprentices tomorrow.” The grey and white kitten squealed and scampered around in a circle. But he soon fell down on top of one of the other kits.

Redfire came with some fresh-kill for the kittens. Suddenly all of the kittens yelped, cried and squealed as Redfire came with the kill.

“Now! Now! Now!” cried the kits. Redfire dropped the mice down beside Blackice. She gave the kittens one each and helped them rip them open.

When they had finished they heard a yowl and everybody scampered up and out of the tunnel.

They sat around High Rock where Greystar sat.

“Blackice’s 4 kits are all ready to become apprentice’s,” meowed Greystar, “All of you come up including the newest one.”�

The grey and white kit had mouse all over his face and streaked down his back. He had it all over his mouth, around his eyes, on his nose, on the tip of his ears and on his eyebrows, whiskers and cheeks.

Blackice bent down to lick it off of the grey and white kit but it had already scampered off. The cats let out a howl of laughter as the grey and white kitten sat beside the others.

“These kits will now be known as, Blossompaw, Coldpaw, Chedderpaw and-“ Greynight paused as she got to the grey and white kit. “Mistpaw.”

“Now Blossompaw your mentor, Willowpelt. Coldpaw, Cobblestone. Chedderpaw, Bigear. And Mistpaw, Tigerheart.”

Tigerheart came to touch noses with his apprentice but touched his apprentice touched his chin instead.

“I’m thirsty,” complained Mistpaw before they went back to the den for the night.

“There’s a stream that runs through the tunnel,” meowed Blackice. Mistpaw grumbled but followed Blackice.

Blackice led them to where all the apprentices’ slept.

“Here,” meowed Blackice and she gave them one last lick before padding over to the Warriors’ den. Mistpaw looked back and fourth but he couldn’t find the stream. He took a paw step back and tumbled backwards into the stream. He hauled himself out and curled round so he was leaning on another cat. The she-cat grumbled but stayed put. Mistpaw closed his eyes tight.

“YAW-AW-AW!!!” cried Mistpelt. Mistpelt woke up, his fur on end. He cried again but everybody was sleeping. He went out on to the narrow path and yowled at the top of his mouth.

“Ssssh!” scolded Greystar. Mistpaw bent down low.

“Get back to sleep!” she hissed. Mistpaw went up and nuzzled Greystar’s face he was trembling slightly.

“But the bull will eat me!” whimpered Mistpaw.

“Oh sweetie it was just a bad dream,” Greystar reassured.

“But he’ll eat us all!” whimpered Mistpaw.

“Tigerheart will scare it off,” meowed Greystar.

A few minutes later Tigerheart came out of the Warriors’ den and went outside. He came back with his claws stained with mouse.

“Yey!!!” yowled Mistpaw. Tigerheart looked pleased.

“Come on get some sleep.” Meowed Tigerheart.

“Can you come with me?” Mistpaw asked Greystar.

“You come with me,” mewed Greystar. Mistpaw followed Greystar into her den.

He curled round beside Greystar. Mistpaw closed his eyes very tightly and yawned loudly.

When Mistpaw woke he was whimpering and his fur stood on end. He leaped up and out of the tunnel. A few minutes later Tigerheart emerged.

“Ready?” he asked. Mistpaw leaped up in the air.

“Come on then!” They ran out of the camp.

“What are we doing? What are we doing?? What are we doing???” yelled Mistpaw.

“A tour of the forest.”

A ginger she-cat with a neatly groomed coat jumped up and over the fence easily.

“Firepaw!” called a solid black tomcat, “Get the grey and white kitten!”

“Blackscar I don’t know of any grey and white kitten!” yowled Firepaw.

“Yes you do now go!”

“Just because you are my uncle I don’t do as you say, but very well.”�

“Go!!”

“I’m on hunting duty I can’t!” Firepaw narrowed her eyes and pounced after a rabbit. She caught it easily, and then up and over the fence she dashed.

Firepaw stopped as she heard Blackscar let out a painful yowl. She ignored it and trotted back to the clearing in the middle of the forest where she settled down to eat her catch.

Mistpaw dashed after Tigerheart as he led the way back to camp. Mistpaw was fast, really fast. But Tigerheart was faster. He chased after him until they got back to camp. Mistpaw jumped on top of Tigerheart. Although he was fast, he was not heavy he was light. Mistpaw ran back into the apprentices’ den and piled on top of the she-cat. Loads of other cats joined in and by the time most of the cats where on Mistpaw was well and truly squished.

“MAL-AL-AL-AW!!” yowled Mistpaw coughing up the mouse he had eaten last night. The cats jumped back off and Mistpaw ran round in a circle and collapsed on top of a chubby tomcat. The tomcat hissed. Mistpaw cried.

“Hey!” hissed a familiar voice. It was Blossompaw.

“Let him go fatty!”

“Grrrrr!” yowled the chubby cat.

“Chedderpaw!”

Chedderpaw and Blossompaw dug their claws in until he let go of Mistpaw.

“YAW-AW-AW!!” cried Mistpelt. A pretty ginger she-cat came up and nuzzled him.

“That’s my mean brother, Clawpaw.” She hissed under her breath. Mistpaw inhaled her sweet scent. He felt dazed for a moment.

“Who’s your mentor?” she asked.

“Tigerheart,” purred Mistpaw.

“Good, Whitepelt says Tigerheart and you will be coming along tomorrow. By the way I’m Firepaw,” purred Firepaw.

“Come share this mouse with me!” offered Firepaw.

“Sure!” purred Mistpaw. He padded over to sit beside her. Mistpaw ate half of the mouse. But he made even more mess then last time. He licked his lips.

“Yummy!” purred Mistpaw. He jumped up in the air and ran back into the apprentices’ den. Firepaw followed him slowly.

2 moons later

Mistpaw crept away, he was on hunting duty. He stopped in his tracks as he saw Firepaw.

“Blackscar I can’t do it! I love Mistpaw,” she moaned.

“Go on!”

“My love or my death,” mumbled Firepaw. “I know which one I’m going to choose.” With that she leaped away and bashed right into Mistpaw.

“Quick!” Firepaw grabbed the scruff of Mistpaw’s neck as she ran past dragging Mistpaw behind.

Prologue
The starry grey and black tom looked down on the five cats. The first one, a light grey tom with piercing ice-blue eyes let out a growl.

“Greywhisker!” he snarled. The second cat, a snow-white tom with dark blue eyes stepped forward.

“Greywhisker has done nothing to harm any of us in the past, Stonepelt,” meowed the white tom.

“Honestly, Snowclaw, do you think a spirit of a, StormTribe cat would do us any well?” growled Stonepelt. The bright ginger she-cat that was sitting next to Snowclaw let out a deep growl.

“Snowclaw and me are StormTribe cats and Brackenclaw and Fernstorm are half StormTribe,” growled the ginger she-cat.

“I bring warning,” rasped Greywhisker, raising his voice above the bickering cats. All five cats looked up in surprise.

“Territory will be destroyed, homes will be broken. Head to where the sun shines brightest and the snow always falls,” Greywhisker rasped, suddenly fading. ===Story=== Snowclaw, Squirrelfur, Stonepelt, Brackenclaw and Fernstorm made their way to a small stream. Reeds burst from the ground beside it and suddenly the ground became wet and boggy under paw. Snowclaw crouched down and lapped up a few mouthfuls of water. The sun shone brightly and there were no clouds in the sky.

Snowclaw was not used to seeing the sky above his head. The StormClan cats lived in the forest with plenty of trees above. Stonepelt, the only CloudClan cat would be used to it. Brackenclaw would too because he’s a WaterClan cat. Fernstorm wouldn’t be used to it though, because she was a DarkClan cat.

“Come on!” growled Stonepelt. “Are we going to the mountains or not?” Snowclaw knew he was right so he got up. Squirrelfur was sitting beside him. Squirrelfur was the only cat in his Clan. Snowclaw had always quite liked her but he knew she liked, Rainpelt, another StormClan cat, better.

Fernstorm and Brackenclaw padded up. Brackenclaw was really his brother but he had chosen to go away to WaterClan after some other cats bullied him.

The five cats set of. Snowclaw felt Squirrelfur’s ginger pelt brush against his. He felt a shiver of excitement run down her.

“Which one of the mountains?” asked Fernstorm.

“Well Greywhisker said where the sun shines brightest,” growled Stonepelt.

“Who do you think you are, bossing about an older warrior from a different Clan?” hissed Squirrelfur.

“Well I’m older than you,” pointed out Stonepelt.

“Then O’ Great One where do you think we go when we reach the top of the mountain?” meowed Squirrelfur.

Stonepelt flexed his hind legs ready to leap on Squirrelfur. Snowclaw leaped in front of Stonepelt.

“Let’s go and find the mountain,” meowed Snowclaw.

“Snowclaw is right,” meowed Brackenclaw. The cats set off on their long journey to the mountains. Snowclaw quickened his pace so he was with Brackenclaw.

“You like her?” meowed Brackenclaw.

“Who?”

“You know.”

“I really don’t!” meowed Snowclaw.

“Squirrelfur,” meowed Brackenclaw.

“No.” But Snowclaw knew that wasn’t true. How much Snowclaw tried to tell himself it was true he knew that it wasn’t. He had always liked Flamenight’s daughter.

“Lets stop to rest,” meowed Fernstorm. The rest of the cats mewed their agreement. Fernstorm led the cats to an old badgers den.

“A badger’s den?” hissed Stonepelt.

“It hasn’t been here for about three moons,” meowed Brackenclaw. Reluctantly Stonepelt disappeared into the badger’s den. Snowclaw followed Squirrelfur in.

It was warm in the badger’s den. Snowclaw curled up beside Squirrelfur. He longed to be in the cosy warriors’ den beside all the other cats.

A paw prodded Snowclaw awake. Brackenclaw toward over him.

“Come on you two,” he meowed. Snowclaw felt Squirrelfur’s warm pelt against his.

Another Prophecy???
A pure black tom sat on top of the rock that bust from the ground.

“Cat’s of NightClan,” yowled the tomcat, “I have chosen a cat to be the new leader of, StormClan. As you all have found out, Branchstar is a traitor!” The cats gathered around the rock yowled their agreement. The black tom stared into a puddle. Instantly an image of a ginger tom with a flame coloured pelt appeared. His scent wafted through the clearing where the cats had gathered.

“But that’s a puss, Blackstar!” protested a grey tom with a thin ragged pelt.

“Don’t you think I already know, Raggedstar!” yowled Blackstar.

“Not even I would dare to disagree with you, Blackstar,” meowed a ginger she-cat with soft and fluffy fur.

“Firestar, you are the most noble cat here. Can’t you even see that this is the right cat?” asked Blackstar. Firestar put her paw in the water. Then lifted her head.

“It is true!” meowed Firestar.

“Then let us all settle. We must decide what we must do next,” meowed Blackstar.

The Runaway Cats
At Bridge Farm re homing centre there were three kittens. They got into all sorts of things like once they managed to escape into the waiting room. And they also got into the bathrooms and made a right mess. But now the people that owned the centre made sure that the three kittens wouldn’t escape because they put concrete all around the bottom and top of the cage, they put a roof on top of the outside area and made sure they didn’t go outside with out someone there to watch them.

The oldest kitten was called Charlie. Charlie was white with brown and black splodges on him. The second oldest kitten was called Millie. She was white with grey and brown splodges on her. The youngest kitten was called Smudge. He was grey with white smudges on him.

‘Come on Charlie come on Millie come on Smudge’ shouted a tall girl with brown hair. It was breakfast time at Bridge Farm re homing centre and Tessie was collecting the kittens and putting them in the breakfast room. All the kittens came charging up to Tessie. First Smudge, then Charlie and then Millie.

After an hour Tessie had managed to get all three kittens into the Breakfast room. ‘Look that windows open’ said Smudge with his mouth stuffed with food. ‘Come on lets go’ shouted Millie. The kitten ran up to the window and jumped out. Food went flying everywhere.

The three kittens ran up and down hills for hours with out stopping. When the three kittens finally stopped they were out of breath and panting. ‘Huh huh huh can we huh we huh have huh a huh long huh rest huh’ said Smudge. ‘Huh huh huh no huh we huh have huh to huh get huh as huh far huh a huh way huh as huh possible huh from huh that huh dreadful huh place huh’ said Charlie. So the young kittens walked up and down hills until it got dark then they stopped.

Back at Bridge Farm re homing centre Tessie had got all the workers to help her find the three kittens. ‘Ron stop eating that burger and help us find the kittens’ said Tessie to Ron a really fat man. ‘But I’m really hungry sir’ said Ron. ‘I am not a boy Ron its not funny come and help now’ said Tessie. ‘Oh yes it is its really funny not’ said Ron. ‘You two stop arguing’ said a young girl called Jemma. ‘ok ok Jemma and your not the boss and we’re not arguing’ said Ron and Tessie at the same time.

The kittens had curled up in a bush together and made sure that there was no other animals or people around to come and get them. ‘Charlie I’m scared’ said Smudge. ‘So am I Charlie’ said Millie. ‘There’s nothing I can do about that guys I’m sorry because I’m scared to’ said Charlie. ‘Rustle rustle.’ ‘What’s that’ said Smudge. ‘I don’t know but I think it’s just a fox’ said Millie. ‘What’s a fox’ said Smudge. ‘its some sort of animal that eats rubbish and rabbits’ said Charlie. ‘does it eat kittens’ said Smudge. ‘I think so’ said Millie.

At Bridge Farm re homing centre everyone had made a search party. ‘Guys I don’t think this is a very good idea because there’s something in that bush.’ said Ron. ‘Ron shut up your just saying that because your scared of the dark’ said Tessie. Then a BIG cat came out of the bush. It was a really BIG cat. ‘Mmmmeeeeoooowwww!!!!!!’ The BIG cat started to chase them. ‘I told you guys there was something in the bush’ said Ron.

‘Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh.’ All three kittens woke up and saw all of the workers from Bridge Farm re homing centre being chased a massively over grown Cougar. ‘Uh what’s that?’ said Smudge. ‘It looks like a Cougar but much bigger’ said Charlie. ‘What’s a Cougar’ said Smudge. ‘A big cat that eats people, cats, dogs and other animals’ said Millie. ‘Oh Millie you shouldn’t of told him that he will just get upset’ said Charlie. And sure un uf Smudge did get upset and really scared as well. ‘Oh you really shouldn’t of told him that Millie you really shouldn’t have’ said Charlie.

‘Aaaaaaahhhhhh come on only a few miles to go’ screamed Jemma. ‘yeh huhuhhuhhuh come on or big cat will get us’ said Tessie. ‘Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh come come come on we have to to get home home’ screamed Ron. ‘Shut up Ron just shut up’ said a short lady called Carrie. ‘Your right Carrie shut up Ron’ said Tessie. The workers managed to get to the re homing centre but when the search party began there was 24 people. But now only 18 remain because the over grown Cougar because it got five people. The first one to go was a chubby man called Nicolas, the second to go was sadly Ron, the third to go was a young lady called Abigail, the third to go was a man called Billie, and the last to go was a short young lady called Lacy witch Sadie the dog tried to save but failed.

‘Come on guys lets go back its just to dangerous here’ said Charlie. ‘Yeh I agree’ said Millie. ‘Me to’ said Smudge. ‘come on lets go then’ said Charlie. So the three kittens went over hills until it got to dark to see. Then they stopped cuddled up together in a thorn bush.

In the morning the kittens had reached the re homing centre. They meowed at the door a couple of times then waited. The door opened. Tessie came out and picked up the kittens. ‘I found them’ she shouted. And everyone came to see the three little kittens.