NOTICE: This text is not the completed version of this story. Some of the mentioned characters are not included in this portion. I apologize for any confusion the incompleteness of this story may cause. Also for not spacing out the last paragraph. I copied and pasted it, and I'm too lazy to fix it.
“Maplestar Speaks: A Rough Kithood”
Part 1
Who’s there? Come out where I can see you. Oh, Flamekit and Darkkit! It’s you! Come into the логово, ден before Ты freeze.
How are you? It’s awful cold this Leaf-Bare, isn’t it? It’s strange, how it’s been much colder and rainier than it has been in many moons, but still no snow has fallen yet. I’ll bet Moongaze isn’t too happy about that. She loves the snow almost as much as I Любовь Greenleaf. I’ve yet to meet a cat who hates it еще than her father, though. Brindletail says he would rather eat crow-food forever than be stuck out in the snow. But enough of that. What can I do for Ты two?
What? Ты want me to tell Ты about when I was a kit? Well... I don’t really like to talk about that too much, Darkkit. It’s a little depressing to some cats. It’s a bit long, too, and it’s late. Ты two need sleep. And Great Starclan, was it ever a long time ago, too. Back before this clan или any of the other clans came to the lake territories. But, if Ты really want me to, okay. I’ll tell you.
It was a long time ago, back in the old forest territory. My parents were loners who fled from the twolegplace, because their twolegs would constantly kick and beat them. My mother was a ginger tabby she-cat named Honey. She is where I got my red pelt from, and yours too, Flamekit. She was almost as bright as Firestar, The leader of Thunderclan. My father was a golden yellow tom who went by the name of Dawson. Have either of Ты two met Dustpelt, the brown warrior in Thunderclan? He looks just like my father, except Dustpelt has slightly darker мех than he did, and my father’s eyes were a dark gray color similar to mine, and yours too, Darkkit.
My mother and father were introduced to the same twoleg nest at a young age, and as Ты can probably guess, they fell in love. The twolegs they were living with never took my father to the cutter, however, so my mother eventually ended up expecting a kit. Well, the twolegs were not exactly pleased about that either, and became even еще abusive. It finally got to a point where my parents decided to flee, in fear of being hurt или killed. So, they fled into the forest one day. Now, in a freak coincidence, they happened to flee on the exact same день that the original four clans left their old homes, and came close to the spot where our camp is right now. It was there that my mother gave birth. The kit was a dark red tom with a very unusual spot on his side. It looked almost exactly like...
A кленовый, клен leaf. A golden yellow кленовый, клен leaf. Yes, that kit was me. My parents had never seen a strange mark like this before, but assumed it was just some sort of genetic rebellion in my pelt color. They decided to name me Maple, in honor of the mark.
After about three moons in the forest of dragging around a kit who could barely even walk, it became too much work for them. They needed to face all of the dangers of the forest such as badgers, foxes, and лиса, фокс traps, while all the time carrying around a kit who couldn’t fight for himself, and kept getting heavier and heavier. So, they made the decision to abandon me in a hollow tree. I just cannot understand why any cat would want to do that to a helpless kit, especially their OWN son, that came from the life of a kittypet! But, they believed that it was the right thing to do. My father caught a rabbit, and while I was asleep, my mother found a hollow дерево stump with a hole in it, and put me down inside it with the rabbit. Then, they left me. Just like that. I never saw them again, and to this day, I don’t know where they are. They could be dead, alive, или may have even found their way back to the twolegplace, and stayed there. Perhaps fleeing may not have been everything they thought it would be, and even though the twolegs were cruel, it may have seemed better to live with them than running around in the forest carrying a kit in their jaws. But, we can never know for sure. The sad part about that whole experience though, was that I don’t remember my parents ever saying that they loved me или cared about me before they left. Not even at the moment when they left me in the stump. I will never know if they loved me или cared about what happened to me at all. Ever. I still get sad about that, sometimes. That was my early kithood in a nutshell.
Anyway, I lived in that дерево stump until I was able to walk. I fed off of the same rabbit for over a moon, even when it started to spoil. I got a nasty bellyache from it, of course. When it was gone, I resorted to eating beetles that were always crawling around in the stump. Yes, Flamekit, that is the reason I like to eat bugs as prey sometimes.
I never strayed far from the stump when I was young, but after I grew up a little more, I left the stump, and wandered out into the forest. Not long after that, I was wandering around in the forest, and I heard a rustling in the bushes. I went to investigate, and right as I got close to the bush, a large барсук jumped out and bowled me over. I flipped over my front paws in mid-air, and landed back on all fours. I retaliated by slashing at it’s muzzle with both of my front paws. To my great surprise, the барсук went flying off it’s feet, and came down hard on it’s side. I stood there for a moment, shocked. “Wow,” I thought. “I didn’t even hit it that hard.” The dazed барсук then tried to make an attempt to stand up, but fell back down. I decided I’d better end the fight. I went up to the stunned creature, and hit it on the head as hard as I could with a sheathed paw. The барсук stopped jerking around, and fell down, unconscious. I was very shocked. I couldn’t believe that I had taken on a full grown барсук by myself. I guess my parents were wrong about me not being able to fend for myself.
After that little episode, I continued to venture through the forest. One day, I unknowingly strayed into Shadowclan’s territory. I thought I smelled something strange, but I ignored it. Turns out, it was the Shadowclan border marker I smelled. I was just padding up to a large interestingly shaped boulder, when I heard a voice say, “Stop! Not one step further!” I turned around, and saw a group of four Кошки standing behind me. I remained calm. “Why, hello there.” I сказал(-а) casually. “What brings Ты four to this fine location?”
The dark ginger she-cat, whose name was Russetfur bristled. “What are Ты doing on our territory?” she hissed. “I am simply passing through this lovely part of the forest.” I replied. “It’s very nice here, isn’t it? Quite a great view of the lake from here.” Rowanclaw, the ginger tom standing Далее to Russetfur, сказал(-а) in an aggressive voice, “Yes, but it also belongs to us! And if Ты don’t turn tail and leave within three heartbeats, we shall be happy to escort Ты out ourselves!” “I mean Ты four no harm.” I said. “I am just passing through here. And really, how can four ordinary Кошки like Ты think Ты can keep this entire forest to yourselves? It’s not possible.” Cedarheart, the dark gray tom spoke next. “It most certainly is possible! We are еще than just four cats, Ты know! Ты just happened to stumble across the Shadowclan dawn patrol!” “Yes,” сказал(-а) Tawnypelt, the green-eyed tortoiseshell she-cat who looks a lot like your mother, except for her amber colored eyes. “We are members of Shadowclan. We have been sent on a dawn patrol to renew the border markers, and make sure that they aren’t being crossed.” “Shut up, Tawnypelt!” hissed Russetfur. “He’s heard enough already! We can’t just give away information about our clan to some Болталка loner!” “Um... Well, I think I must have come at a bad time, so... I’ll just be off then.” I сказал(-а) hastily, but with no fear. “Oh, no. You’re not going anywhere,” сказал(-а) Rowanclaw, with a hint of a snarl in his voice. “You’ve heard too much about us, and we can’t let Ты go and Сообщить us to any of your little friends, now can we?” Looking around, the odds of fleeing were not in my favor. Rowanclaw was wrong, I had no Друзья to Сообщить to, but even so, that did not improve my situation. I knew I was going to have to fight my way out.
To be continued...
“Maplestar Speaks: A Rough Kithood”
Part 1
Who’s there? Come out where I can see you. Oh, Flamekit and Darkkit! It’s you! Come into the логово, ден before Ты freeze.
How are you? It’s awful cold this Leaf-Bare, isn’t it? It’s strange, how it’s been much colder and rainier than it has been in many moons, but still no snow has fallen yet. I’ll bet Moongaze isn’t too happy about that. She loves the snow almost as much as I Любовь Greenleaf. I’ve yet to meet a cat who hates it еще than her father, though. Brindletail says he would rather eat crow-food forever than be stuck out in the snow. But enough of that. What can I do for Ты two?
What? Ты want me to tell Ты about when I was a kit? Well... I don’t really like to talk about that too much, Darkkit. It’s a little depressing to some cats. It’s a bit long, too, and it’s late. Ты two need sleep. And Great Starclan, was it ever a long time ago, too. Back before this clan или any of the other clans came to the lake territories. But, if Ты really want me to, okay. I’ll tell you.
It was a long time ago, back in the old forest territory. My parents were loners who fled from the twolegplace, because their twolegs would constantly kick and beat them. My mother was a ginger tabby she-cat named Honey. She is where I got my red pelt from, and yours too, Flamekit. She was almost as bright as Firestar, The leader of Thunderclan. My father was a golden yellow tom who went by the name of Dawson. Have either of Ты two met Dustpelt, the brown warrior in Thunderclan? He looks just like my father, except Dustpelt has slightly darker мех than he did, and my father’s eyes were a dark gray color similar to mine, and yours too, Darkkit.
My mother and father were introduced to the same twoleg nest at a young age, and as Ты can probably guess, they fell in love. The twolegs they were living with never took my father to the cutter, however, so my mother eventually ended up expecting a kit. Well, the twolegs were not exactly pleased about that either, and became even еще abusive. It finally got to a point where my parents decided to flee, in fear of being hurt или killed. So, they fled into the forest one day. Now, in a freak coincidence, they happened to flee on the exact same день that the original four clans left their old homes, and came close to the spot where our camp is right now. It was there that my mother gave birth. The kit was a dark red tom with a very unusual spot on his side. It looked almost exactly like...
A кленовый, клен leaf. A golden yellow кленовый, клен leaf. Yes, that kit was me. My parents had never seen a strange mark like this before, but assumed it was just some sort of genetic rebellion in my pelt color. They decided to name me Maple, in honor of the mark.
After about three moons in the forest of dragging around a kit who could barely even walk, it became too much work for them. They needed to face all of the dangers of the forest such as badgers, foxes, and лиса, фокс traps, while all the time carrying around a kit who couldn’t fight for himself, and kept getting heavier and heavier. So, they made the decision to abandon me in a hollow tree. I just cannot understand why any cat would want to do that to a helpless kit, especially their OWN son, that came from the life of a kittypet! But, they believed that it was the right thing to do. My father caught a rabbit, and while I was asleep, my mother found a hollow дерево stump with a hole in it, and put me down inside it with the rabbit. Then, they left me. Just like that. I never saw them again, and to this day, I don’t know where they are. They could be dead, alive, или may have even found their way back to the twolegplace, and stayed there. Perhaps fleeing may not have been everything they thought it would be, and even though the twolegs were cruel, it may have seemed better to live with them than running around in the forest carrying a kit in their jaws. But, we can never know for sure. The sad part about that whole experience though, was that I don’t remember my parents ever saying that they loved me или cared about me before they left. Not even at the moment when they left me in the stump. I will never know if they loved me или cared about what happened to me at all. Ever. I still get sad about that, sometimes. That was my early kithood in a nutshell.
Anyway, I lived in that дерево stump until I was able to walk. I fed off of the same rabbit for over a moon, even when it started to spoil. I got a nasty bellyache from it, of course. When it was gone, I resorted to eating beetles that were always crawling around in the stump. Yes, Flamekit, that is the reason I like to eat bugs as prey sometimes.
I never strayed far from the stump when I was young, but after I grew up a little more, I left the stump, and wandered out into the forest. Not long after that, I was wandering around in the forest, and I heard a rustling in the bushes. I went to investigate, and right as I got close to the bush, a large барсук jumped out and bowled me over. I flipped over my front paws in mid-air, and landed back on all fours. I retaliated by slashing at it’s muzzle with both of my front paws. To my great surprise, the барсук went flying off it’s feet, and came down hard on it’s side. I stood there for a moment, shocked. “Wow,” I thought. “I didn’t even hit it that hard.” The dazed барсук then tried to make an attempt to stand up, but fell back down. I decided I’d better end the fight. I went up to the stunned creature, and hit it on the head as hard as I could with a sheathed paw. The барсук stopped jerking around, and fell down, unconscious. I was very shocked. I couldn’t believe that I had taken on a full grown барсук by myself. I guess my parents were wrong about me not being able to fend for myself.
After that little episode, I continued to venture through the forest. One day, I unknowingly strayed into Shadowclan’s territory. I thought I smelled something strange, but I ignored it. Turns out, it was the Shadowclan border marker I smelled. I was just padding up to a large interestingly shaped boulder, when I heard a voice say, “Stop! Not one step further!” I turned around, and saw a group of four Кошки standing behind me. I remained calm. “Why, hello there.” I сказал(-а) casually. “What brings Ты four to this fine location?”
The dark ginger she-cat, whose name was Russetfur bristled. “What are Ты doing on our territory?” she hissed. “I am simply passing through this lovely part of the forest.” I replied. “It’s very nice here, isn’t it? Quite a great view of the lake from here.” Rowanclaw, the ginger tom standing Далее to Russetfur, сказал(-а) in an aggressive voice, “Yes, but it also belongs to us! And if Ты don’t turn tail and leave within three heartbeats, we shall be happy to escort Ты out ourselves!” “I mean Ты four no harm.” I said. “I am just passing through here. And really, how can four ordinary Кошки like Ты think Ты can keep this entire forest to yourselves? It’s not possible.” Cedarheart, the dark gray tom spoke next. “It most certainly is possible! We are еще than just four cats, Ты know! Ты just happened to stumble across the Shadowclan dawn patrol!” “Yes,” сказал(-а) Tawnypelt, the green-eyed tortoiseshell she-cat who looks a lot like your mother, except for her amber colored eyes. “We are members of Shadowclan. We have been sent on a dawn patrol to renew the border markers, and make sure that they aren’t being crossed.” “Shut up, Tawnypelt!” hissed Russetfur. “He’s heard enough already! We can’t just give away information about our clan to some Болталка loner!” “Um... Well, I think I must have come at a bad time, so... I’ll just be off then.” I сказал(-а) hastily, but with no fear. “Oh, no. You’re not going anywhere,” сказал(-а) Rowanclaw, with a hint of a snarl in his voice. “You’ve heard too much about us, and we can’t let Ты go and Сообщить us to any of your little friends, now can we?” Looking around, the odds of fleeing were not in my favor. Rowanclaw was wrong, I had no Друзья to Сообщить to, but even so, that did not improve my situation. I knew I was going to have to fight my way out.
To be continued...
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Minecraft (Майнкрафт) is on the PC but it's now out in an older version on the XBox.
The version 1.3 is about to come out, as well in August 2012
Tanglefur had helped Furzeleap give birth to her four kits. They were Eelkit, Troutkit, Boulderkit and Rock-kit. They wriggled up to their mother. Tanglefur noticed that Boulderkit wasn't mewling like the rest of them. "Boulderkit has no voice!" Tanglefur mewed in astonishment. "Will he be okay?" asked Furzeleaf. "Yes, but he might be teased." answered Tanglefur. At least Boulderkit could purr, growl and hiss to Показать his emotions.
Smokepaw brought Tanglefur a robin. "I wish I was your apprentice." he muttered. "You can be, one day." murmered Tanglefur. "But not yet."
That night Tanglefur slept peacefully. She wondered what would happen tomorrow...
As the nine journeying Кошки went home, Kinktail felt a sharp pain in her belly. "I think my kits are coming!" she yowled. Tanglepaw ran over to help her. "Lakeshine hasn't told me what to do about kitting!" wailed Tanglepaw. Brownfern's voice sounded in her ear; "Find a stick for her to bite into. Give her borage when the kits are born. Then let her rest." Tanglepaw followed the StarClan cat's instructions.
Two kits wriggled up to their mother to get to the milk. "Thank you, Vinepaw. I'll call the tom Rubblekit, and the she-cat is Flowerkit." purred Kinktail. I've done it! Tanglepaw thought happily. Brownfern's voice sounded in her ear again; "These kits are not safe. Not in these dark times. Protect them." Tanglepaw shivered. What did she mean?