Warrior Cats We Met In Real Life

This is a collab written by:

(Ordered by our writing order)

Dogwood

Lyrix

Dreamy

Pumpkin

Holly

Nightstar

Basically, we take the cats we met irl and make up stories for them.

If you want to join comment down below :) We will add you in ASAP!

^{Call yourself a leader, ay? FalconxNight}

Pumpkintail _{farewell nightmares i am free}

Life is just a game, and all you gotta do is PLAY

Dawn, ^dusk... 07:45, September 13, 2016 (UTC)

Love is like the wind, you can't see it but you can ^{feel it}

Chapter 1: Dogwood "Fred and the Bread Roll"

Fred crept through the resort, hungry. He really wanted something to eat, but the Twolegs kept chasing him away when he went to the restaurant.

Fred decided to try his luck there, one more time. He snuck his way into the open eating area, and spotted heaven.

There was a sweet bread roll, thick and plump and luscious. Even better, the Twoleg holding it was writing 'Fred' on it.

The roll was just calling to him. It literally had his name on it.

He didn't care that this place was "fancy dining." He didn't care that most of the dishes in this restaurant costed twenty bucks for a tiny serving. He didn't care that he was going to ruin a birthday dinner.

Fred wanted that bread roll, and he was gonna get that bread roll.

He dropped into a crouch, watching as the Twoleg spread mouth-watering butter on the roll and sprinkled it with salt.

The bread roll looked 50 times more enticing.

Bunching up his muscles, Fred launched himself out of the bush and sank his teeth into the bread roll. The four Twolegs at the table yelped, and one swatted at him, but he hit the ground running.

Saliva dripped from his mouth as the warm, buttery flavor met his tongue.

Suddenly, he was tripped and dropped his bread roll. Fred's chin hit the cement hard, and he yowled in pain.

He glanced up to see a smirking brown-and-white tabby, her green eyes were brimming with smug satisfaction.

"Ally! Give it back!" Fred yowled, but Ally pranced away with his bread roll. The one he rightfully stole from the Twoleg!

Fred tried to get up, but his jaw hurt too badly.

No! I NEED that bread roll! It's mine!

Summoning his motivation, Fred struggled to his feet, watching Ally's brown tail flick behind a plumeria tree.

He dashed after her, remembering the delicious, to-die-for flavor of the bread roll. Ally looked back, and, realizing that Fred was chasing her, put on an extra spurt of speed to get to the beach in the hopes of the soft, slippery sand making it harder for him to run.

What she didn't know was that he lived in the resort and slept on the sand every night. It was his territory, his domain, and it was how he would get his bread roll back.

Fred tackled her, screeching his love for the bread roll. Defeated, Ally scampered back to her home wherever she lived, and Fred reclaimed his bread roll.

Though it was all sandy and much, much less yummy than before, he ate it anyways.

His dirt the next day had grains of sand mixed into it.

Chapter 2: Lyrix "The Emo"

A sleek black cat with 3 kits was on guard, highly aware that the other cats in the park were either hunting, sleeping, kitting or dying. She shuddered at the thought of Twolegs, as one chopped off a bit of her tail- fortunately she could still balance on trees. Her three kits were curled up together, sleeping silently, occsionally a stir or two was heard. The rustling of leaves travelled clearly in the moonlight; the park was right beside a historic stone building, probably a school. Night's fur bristled; she knew very well that the scent coming from her left was a Twoleg. She had an unusual sweet scent of tuna and cheese.

I wonder if I can get some from her, Night thought hungrily. We haven't eaten in a while.

The Twoleg had long purple hair so vibrant it stood out amongst the grays and blacks of the park and school. Night had to narrow her pupils to adapt to the brightness of her hair.

The Twoleg must've notied her, because she kneeled down and gave her a sandwich. Which smelled like tuna, cheese, and delicious, greasy butter. There was also one scent Night couldn't recollect; she knew she had scented it before, but she didn't remember what was it. But it smelled so, so tasty and juicy, she didn't even care. After the Twoleg left she woke her kits and shared the sandwich with them.

~

With a swat, I finished off the finch we needed for food. Night, Tansy, Marble and Storm was probably famished; they haven't eaten in days. I padded over to the tree stump with an entrance to our den. My mate greeted me, weirdly delighted. Mostly she looked hollow or sad, and I suddenly picked up the scent of cheese.

'Night? Did you get food?' I asked, surprised.

'A Twoleg was kind enough to give me a huge tuna, cheese and meat sandwich. Twig, do you want some?' Night offered. 'I left some for you.' I dropped the finch and shook my head. 'The sandwich can wait. We have to finish the finch by sundown, or it will rot.'

I padded over to our kits. They looked beautiful. 'Wake up, we have to eat.'

~

With at least 10 sandwiches in my bag, I quickly climbed over the wall, dodging the cameras and landing on the floor silently. At least, to me. I walked over to a tree stump with the cat family and dropped a sandwich before leaping on the tree, getting a grip on a tough vine.

tbc