It was early in the morning when tigress had her kits. She was a rogue, along with her mate, Runner. Runner and tigress were moving from place to place constantly, living off of whatever pagkain they could find. But, when it became time for tigress to have her kits, Runner decided they needed a better life. They needed to have a tahanan for a family of kits.
The kits came in leaf-fall, with the dreaded leaf-bare fast approaching. They were named Moss, Vine, Rain, and Ice, after the first things tigress saw after they were born. From the start, Runner and tigress could tell their little she-cat Ice was special.
Ice was born with her two brothers Vine and Rain, and her sister, Moss. Her brothers and sister were mottled and tabby, but she, Ice, was perfectly white. She was solid white, with the brightest blue eyes you could ever imagine. At first, tigress and Runner thought Ice was deaf, as many kits with white balahibo and blue eyes are. But, her attention to detail of the surrounding forest led them to believe otherwise.
But then leaf-bare came. Soon, Moss and Vine were sick with a strange sickness that neither tigress not Runner knew how to cure. The new family faced another issue as Moss and Vine passed away. Runner was next. Soon, it was just tigress with two kits and herself to feed all sa pamamagitan ng herself.
Most of the time, baby Ice and Rain would say, "Mama Tigress! I'm hungry!"
And poor tigress would have to say back as gentle as she could, "I'm sorry, my sweet, sweet kits. Mama doesn't have any madami gatas for you. But tomorrow, I promise."
Lots of promises were broken that season, that dreadful season of leaf-bare.
And soon it got to the point where tigress was thin and weak and starving and only had the ability to feed one kit every few days. Then, little Ice told to tigress in the tiniest voice imaginable, that sweet, innocent voice of hers, she told to her mother, "Mama Tigress? It's Rain. He's not waking up, no matter how hard I prod him. And he's cold, as cold as Moss and Vine were that one time."
And with the greatest sorrow she could have, tigress buried the fourth dead member of her family. She didn't even have enough energy left to cover him.
And so it was. The rogue mother with a single kit, a single kit barely holding on, barely clinging to the tiniest scrap of life she had in her. Her clean white amerikana was uneven and brown from dirt and dust, and she was thin to the bone.
"Mama Tigress?" she asked one day.
"Yes, my dear, sweet Ice?" tigress didn't even have the energy to lift her head and look at her only kit.
"Are you going to die too? Like Papa Runner and Rain and Moss and Vine?"
A little kit should never, ever have to fear that their mother might die, especially so terribly young. But Ice did. Ice had so much to fear. She had also, the little stirrings or fear that she, also, might die. And that her family would all be gone, and no one would ever know about the little rogue family that died one sa pamamagitan ng one.
"I'll try to stay, to hang in there. For you, Ice. And for Papa Runner. And Rain and Moss and Vine," was Tigress's reply. She sinabi she'll try, she'll try to live.
Again, poor little Ice had the fear that the best her mother could do was try to live. There was no yes or no. There was only the maybe. Only the uncertainty.
And then the horror was over. It was newleaf, finally. And they lived through it! tigress began hunting again, and both of them were alive and well. They stuck close together, never leaving each other's side.
It was great, but a new problem after all the ice and snow melted arose. It got hot in greenleaf. tigress and Ice seemed to always be thirsty, and they would go out on trips to the nearest creek to soak moss with water and bring it back, and Ice was somewhere around eight moons then.
tigress went to venture out one time, and it took her longer than usual. Ice just assumed tigress had gotten a lot of moss to soak. She wasn't worried about it, so she went to sleep that night without a problem. But when she woke up that morning, panic struck her in the chest. Her mother wasn't there. Tigress's nest looked unused, and when Ice felt it, it was cold as the ground below it. She didn't know what to make of it, other than the feeling she had in her stomach that tigress wasn't coming back.
She went to the creek, knowing that when she got back to her home, a little hole under the roots of a tree, no one would be there for her waiting. She had no purpose except herself. 'I have to stay alive, have to stay here, for Mama Tigress, and Papa Runner, and Rain and Moss and Vine,' thought Ice. Picking the moss from the bottom of a big tree, she decided it would be best if she moved her tahanan to near the creek so she didn't have to walk so far for water.
She inspected the surrounding area, and found a small tunnel that opened up into a cave. It was an old soro den, but it did fine. She put the water-soaked moss in the den, and went back to retrieve her tiny pile of fresh-kill, and her nest materials.
She also brought a leaf. This leaf had her whole family's front left paw on it in mud. She looked at her own. Was her paw really that tiny once? She looked at her mother's and father's and brothers' and sister's. A tear wormed its way out of her right eye. She brushed it away and gathered everything, taking care not to wrinkle the leaf.
"Goodbye," she sinabi to the little hole under the tree. "Goodbye, Mama Tigress. Goodbye, Papa Runner. Goodbye, Rain, Moss, and Vine." She regretted leaving her birthplace and the last place her family was when it was happy, without death and sickness.
She turned around and didn't look back. It was her duty to start a new life sa pamamagitan ng herself, sa pamamagitan ng the little creek. She would do it for tigress and Runner. She'd make them proud. She knew they were watching her from the sky, and that they would always be with her.
She was lonely in the moons to follow, but she did not become sick when leaf-bare came for the segundo time in her life. She became deathly scared as it came. After all, this was when her brothers, sister, and father died. She stayed warm sa pamamagitan ng herself in the soro den. She got a good supply of water and prey in case she got snowed in. She also brought in snow to keep her fresh-kill fresh.
Ice did lots of sleeping and not much hunting, but she hung in there. sa pamamagitan ng then she was 16 moons old, well capable of living on her own. She was a full-grown cat, and had not seen another cat since her mother passed away. So, when someone started digging through the snowy barrier to the entrance to her den, she was surprised. She was even madami surprised when a black tom hopped into the den.
Ice wasn't hostile, because she had nothing to hide or protect except her memories. "Who are you?" she asked.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I had no idea this was occupied!" sinabi the strange tom. "But, in case you want to know, my name's Crow."
"Well, hello, Crow. I don't mind. Do you need a place to stay this harsh leaf-bare?"
"I do, but I think I'll find somewhere else, thanks."
"It's okay, please stay." Ice was practically begging uwak to stay so she had somebody to talk to, a friend even. She got really hopeful and put on her 'Please' face.
"Okay, but can you sustain another cat?" asked Crow, gesturing with his tail to the meager stock of fresh-kill and water.
"I don't know. But if you have an extra cat, you've got another cat to hunt, too."
Ice decided she liked Crow. As a friend, but none more.
END OF PART ONE
(The leaf and goodbye parts were written listening to Coldplay. I think you can understand.)
The kits came in leaf-fall, with the dreaded leaf-bare fast approaching. They were named Moss, Vine, Rain, and Ice, after the first things tigress saw after they were born. From the start, Runner and tigress could tell their little she-cat Ice was special.
Ice was born with her two brothers Vine and Rain, and her sister, Moss. Her brothers and sister were mottled and tabby, but she, Ice, was perfectly white. She was solid white, with the brightest blue eyes you could ever imagine. At first, tigress and Runner thought Ice was deaf, as many kits with white balahibo and blue eyes are. But, her attention to detail of the surrounding forest led them to believe otherwise.
But then leaf-bare came. Soon, Moss and Vine were sick with a strange sickness that neither tigress not Runner knew how to cure. The new family faced another issue as Moss and Vine passed away. Runner was next. Soon, it was just tigress with two kits and herself to feed all sa pamamagitan ng herself.
Most of the time, baby Ice and Rain would say, "Mama Tigress! I'm hungry!"
And poor tigress would have to say back as gentle as she could, "I'm sorry, my sweet, sweet kits. Mama doesn't have any madami gatas for you. But tomorrow, I promise."
Lots of promises were broken that season, that dreadful season of leaf-bare.
And soon it got to the point where tigress was thin and weak and starving and only had the ability to feed one kit every few days. Then, little Ice told to tigress in the tiniest voice imaginable, that sweet, innocent voice of hers, she told to her mother, "Mama Tigress? It's Rain. He's not waking up, no matter how hard I prod him. And he's cold, as cold as Moss and Vine were that one time."
And with the greatest sorrow she could have, tigress buried the fourth dead member of her family. She didn't even have enough energy left to cover him.
And so it was. The rogue mother with a single kit, a single kit barely holding on, barely clinging to the tiniest scrap of life she had in her. Her clean white amerikana was uneven and brown from dirt and dust, and she was thin to the bone.
"Mama Tigress?" she asked one day.
"Yes, my dear, sweet Ice?" tigress didn't even have the energy to lift her head and look at her only kit.
"Are you going to die too? Like Papa Runner and Rain and Moss and Vine?"
A little kit should never, ever have to fear that their mother might die, especially so terribly young. But Ice did. Ice had so much to fear. She had also, the little stirrings or fear that she, also, might die. And that her family would all be gone, and no one would ever know about the little rogue family that died one sa pamamagitan ng one.
"I'll try to stay, to hang in there. For you, Ice. And for Papa Runner. And Rain and Moss and Vine," was Tigress's reply. She sinabi she'll try, she'll try to live.
Again, poor little Ice had the fear that the best her mother could do was try to live. There was no yes or no. There was only the maybe. Only the uncertainty.
And then the horror was over. It was newleaf, finally. And they lived through it! tigress began hunting again, and both of them were alive and well. They stuck close together, never leaving each other's side.
It was great, but a new problem after all the ice and snow melted arose. It got hot in greenleaf. tigress and Ice seemed to always be thirsty, and they would go out on trips to the nearest creek to soak moss with water and bring it back, and Ice was somewhere around eight moons then.
tigress went to venture out one time, and it took her longer than usual. Ice just assumed tigress had gotten a lot of moss to soak. She wasn't worried about it, so she went to sleep that night without a problem. But when she woke up that morning, panic struck her in the chest. Her mother wasn't there. Tigress's nest looked unused, and when Ice felt it, it was cold as the ground below it. She didn't know what to make of it, other than the feeling she had in her stomach that tigress wasn't coming back.
She went to the creek, knowing that when she got back to her home, a little hole under the roots of a tree, no one would be there for her waiting. She had no purpose except herself. 'I have to stay alive, have to stay here, for Mama Tigress, and Papa Runner, and Rain and Moss and Vine,' thought Ice. Picking the moss from the bottom of a big tree, she decided it would be best if she moved her tahanan to near the creek so she didn't have to walk so far for water.
She inspected the surrounding area, and found a small tunnel that opened up into a cave. It was an old soro den, but it did fine. She put the water-soaked moss in the den, and went back to retrieve her tiny pile of fresh-kill, and her nest materials.
She also brought a leaf. This leaf had her whole family's front left paw on it in mud. She looked at her own. Was her paw really that tiny once? She looked at her mother's and father's and brothers' and sister's. A tear wormed its way out of her right eye. She brushed it away and gathered everything, taking care not to wrinkle the leaf.
"Goodbye," she sinabi to the little hole under the tree. "Goodbye, Mama Tigress. Goodbye, Papa Runner. Goodbye, Rain, Moss, and Vine." She regretted leaving her birthplace and the last place her family was when it was happy, without death and sickness.
She turned around and didn't look back. It was her duty to start a new life sa pamamagitan ng herself, sa pamamagitan ng the little creek. She would do it for tigress and Runner. She'd make them proud. She knew they were watching her from the sky, and that they would always be with her.
She was lonely in the moons to follow, but she did not become sick when leaf-bare came for the segundo time in her life. She became deathly scared as it came. After all, this was when her brothers, sister, and father died. She stayed warm sa pamamagitan ng herself in the soro den. She got a good supply of water and prey in case she got snowed in. She also brought in snow to keep her fresh-kill fresh.
Ice did lots of sleeping and not much hunting, but she hung in there. sa pamamagitan ng then she was 16 moons old, well capable of living on her own. She was a full-grown cat, and had not seen another cat since her mother passed away. So, when someone started digging through the snowy barrier to the entrance to her den, she was surprised. She was even madami surprised when a black tom hopped into the den.
Ice wasn't hostile, because she had nothing to hide or protect except her memories. "Who are you?" she asked.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I had no idea this was occupied!" sinabi the strange tom. "But, in case you want to know, my name's Crow."
"Well, hello, Crow. I don't mind. Do you need a place to stay this harsh leaf-bare?"
"I do, but I think I'll find somewhere else, thanks."
"It's okay, please stay." Ice was practically begging uwak to stay so she had somebody to talk to, a friend even. She got really hopeful and put on her 'Please' face.
"Okay, but can you sustain another cat?" asked Crow, gesturing with his tail to the meager stock of fresh-kill and water.
"I don't know. But if you have an extra cat, you've got another cat to hunt, too."
Ice decided she liked Crow. As a friend, but none more.
END OF PART ONE
(The leaf and goodbye parts were written listening to Coldplay. I think you can understand.)
I have discovered a new clan... a clan whom call themselves Cloudclan ~ Mistystar
Cloudclan was started sa pamamagitan ng some rouges, tribe cats, and a few Pusa from Breezingclan and Hurricane Clan. At first it was believed that the Nawawala warriors had become kittypets. Intill Mistystar went on her mission and found that they had formed a clan right under their noses! Cloudclan's leader, Hawkstar, a former member of Breezingclan, had told Mistystar and Onestar that they were planning to stay were they were and might as well be considered another clan.
Hurricane Clan now has 2 rivals and must stay sharp. With Brezzingclan growing stronger and Cloudclan becomming known, Hurricane Clan must stay sharp.
Cloudclan was started sa pamamagitan ng some rouges, tribe cats, and a few Pusa from Breezingclan and Hurricane Clan. At first it was believed that the Nawawala warriors had become kittypets. Intill Mistystar went on her mission and found that they had formed a clan right under their noses! Cloudclan's leader, Hawkstar, a former member of Breezingclan, had told Mistystar and Onestar that they were planning to stay were they were and might as well be considered another clan.
Hurricane Clan now has 2 rivals and must stay sharp. With Brezzingclan growing stronger and Cloudclan becomming known, Hurricane Clan must stay sharp.