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|  Author | Topic: Waterstar=Part 1 (Read 17 times) |
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« Thread Started on May 22, 2008, 4:11pm » | ![[Quote]](http://s4.images.proboards.com/buttons/quote.gif) |
Gravel shifted around. This isn't normal, she thought, did pets HAVE dreams? She encountered the multi-colored cat that she though looked handsome in the starlight." WHY DO YOU COME TO ME?! " Gravel yelped as the cat sadly faded. Then she was awakened by her denmate, a dog. "Stop, you old ugly furball named Snickers. " she sneered, and the kicking stopped. Snickers was a long, brown dog who was very impatient and rude. He looked like a Snickers bar AND he snickered at Gravel a lot. Gravel sure was ready for this day. The blueish-gray she-cat hunted in the fridge for frozen meat, and walked out the doghole. Gravel then climbed over the fence and was gone.
The pack of meat was getting heavy, even though she ate half. Gravel then realized her legs were tired. She didn't go to sleep, for she was afraid that handsome tom would come again. Just before she unexpectedly closed her eyes of weariness, she smelled a half day old scent of cat.
No cat came, but her dream was the EYE of the cat with cats faces in it. Then pitch black darkness. Then she awakened. She was in a hole made of sand, dirt, and lots of straw.gravel realized this was the den of her mother. No, hers was made of scorched wood. But she climbed out anyway, and bumped into the cat of her dreams, LITERALLY. " Hi, i'm Spotstar. " the tom smiled. " You come to me in my dreams every night. " Gravel stammered anggrilly while raking her claws on him. " That's my mother, you mean. She's Armourfur. and, would you like to join MountainClan? You have strong muscles and claws, and you have that gleam of loneliness." then the leader sniffed. " Urf . . . you're a loner kittypet? Ha! kittypets could never survive. But you were still exhausted when we found you." Spotstar countered Gravel almost coming comment. " I'd love to join! I play rough with a dog named Snickers a lot . . . but he's weak. I hated him overall. " " Fine, come to the barel of hay. " Spotstar left, waiting for her to follow by stopping a few fox-lengths away. cool, she though, groomed her puffed-out fur, and followed. " WOW! " she yowled so loud that the whole clan could hear her. That was a lot of barrels of hay!
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