Okay… since I’m having email troubles I can not email this to Weiila, and so… my last option… you guys.
This is a story i plan on publishing someday and I need it corrected. So, I was sending it to Mistress Weiila but then the blasted email won’t let me send anything… >_< So, here’s a story (the FULL thing). THose who wants to wait for the final thing please do not read.
Chris-chris
Tale of a Crooked Tail
Chapter one
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My mom always said, "Never let curiosity get to you, it always ends up killing you. "Heh, to tell you the truth curiosity was my middle name. I’m not exaggerating, I was always curioius. To start my story off, I’ll begin with my childhood.
I was born on September third, three am in the morning. My mother was a large, head strong ally cat. She had silk, gray and white fur. I had three brothers and five sisters. My three brothers all had white and brown fur. My first sister had white fur with tan and brown patched, her name was Tanny. The second one had brown fur with black and white spots, she was called Spots. My third sister had a black tail with a brown and white bodie, her name was Sophie. Stephen, my fourth sister, had white fur and brown patches. Oha had white fur as well but only one brown spot, which was on her belly. Zane, Zip, and Zake, my brothers, all played rough and tumbled around alot. My sisters alwaysed watched. Oha and Zane played with me the most though.
I was a gray, ugly little thing who couldn’t even find the right nimple. Instead of milk I would get hay. Yes hay as in what a horse eats. At the time being, I didn’t know where I was but to tell you one thing, I felt some kind of sticks poking my belly and I heard a lot of ‘moos.’
After about ten days, my brothers and sisters finally opened their eyes, no sooner after me. Zane had green eyes. Zip had brown eyes. Zake had grey eyes. Tanny had a pretty green color to her eyes. while my other four sisters had brown eyes. Me, I had a strange color of yellow.
Ahh yes! The first sight of light! The first look on the outside world and a…Barn? Yes. I was born in a barn. After a few days, I was able to walk instead of crawl. My first day of exploring the place where I was born. I climbed up what is called a ‘ladder’ while my brothers and sisters pounced one another. I had reached the top floor and wandered around. My siblings just happened to notice me and stopped playing to watch me. I felt like I something important and was getting kudos for my accomplishmenst. I looked for a daring challenge and saw a rope hanging from the ceiling.
That was a prefect chance to prove myself. I got in a pouncing position and balanced my legs. My tail was perfect, no distractions, I was free for the win… I leapt out for the rope, but as the saying goes, “what goes up, must come down.” I didn’t leap high enough to reach the rope and I landed flat on my belly. I wasn’t hurt, besides my ego because my brothers and sisters were laughing at my failure, I got to my feet, stuck my tail between my legs and went for a nearby dark corner.
That was my first life… silly me.
That follwing week, my mother decided we were old enough to hunt. So, she took us on our first hunting lesson. Our mother led us to an open weat field where we practice pouncing each other for a while. Then, she gave us a huge lecture on hunting skills. “Remember kids, the art of hunting is a very quiet and fast paced skill. You got to know when to pounce and when to attack.” Mom told us.
“Yes mother.” we all said dully.
“Now, there is certain targets for certain pounces. A mouse, you have to wait then pounce immediently. A rat, you have to chase and attack. Use your claws when attacking a rat. Rats have…” she went on. I didn’t pay any attention though. After the speech she showed us a batch of field mice and we started pouncing, chasing, and hunting for our meals.
I found a huge mouse. It had yellow teeth, a fat, hugemongus belly, and one ear missing. I had never seen anything like it! ‘This is my lucky day!’ I thought as I got ready to pounce it. I leaped into the air letting out a fearious hiss. The mouse saw me
and hissed back, the thing moved quickly and as I landed on the ground it scratched my little nose then ran off as my mother came to aid me. She told me that was a rat and rats are not what a kitten should go after. Since that day, I always hated rats.
Weeks had passed by and our mommy was leaving us. “Remember kids, never let curiosity get to you, it always ends up killing you…” she told us. She glared at me. Mommy cat gave us all a kiss and strolled off. Zane found a home somewhere out in the field, Tanny ran away and was never seen again, Oha stayed with me for a little while before she too, ran away. Zake, Zip, Stenphen, Sophie and Spots all ran away. I was the only one left in the barn.