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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2016 18:16:22 GMT -5
Thunder Rising
Welcome
Meet Thunder, a young tomcat living on the streets of Twoleg Place yearning for something more than having to fight for every scrap of a mouse.
Abandoned and neglected by his mother at a young age, Thunder had to learn how to fend for himself and his only friend. Now, he goes beyond the lengths of Twoleg Place to rise to something more.
Hello! Before you start reading, I'd like to introduce myself. I'm เธฃtเนะณเนเธฃtเธะณ , a young teen 'author' who aspires many things for when I grow older. I'm from San Antonio, Texas, and I enjoy reading, writing, graphic making, role playing, coding, and so much more. I hope you enjoy my book, and I wish you the best of days  .
Credits
Book idea by @stormsnow (me)
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Note- I also have this published on Wattpad |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2016 19:39:52 GMT -5
Allegiances
Loners
Collie- She is a cream colored queen with sky blue eyes
Illusion- He is a large, sleek, smoky-gray, almost black tom,
with golden-amber eyes and long limbs
Holly- She is a black she-cat, with glorious, gleaming
golden eyes
Thorn- She is a cream colored she-cat, with light blue
eyes
Thunder- He is a flame colored tom, with darker tabby stripes. He has a
white face mask, paws, underbelly, and chest.
Thunder has brilliant, forest green eyes, and a pink nose
Myst- She is a tortoiseshell she-cat
with amber eyes
Dusktail- He is a large, black-and-white tom,
with a very long, thin, black tail with a white tail-tip, a white
muzzle and paws, short, thick fur, and silver eyes.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2016 20:16:02 GMT -5
Chapter 1: Chills The wind roared in Collie's ears as she tried to get to her den before it happened. She couldn't give birth yet! Without her mate nearby, how could she!?! Her body clenched in pain, and she knew she couldn't make it any farther. She would be forced to do this without him. Instantly she hurried toward an old fox den in the forest, as rain flew through the sky and lighting crackled in the air. The cream colored queen slowly crawled inside. It stunk, and her small pale nose cringed with distaste. But now wasn't the time to be picky. The cream cat flopped down and hoped that she wouldn't die from the horrible pain of giving birth.
LATER-
Three small bodies squirmed at Collie's belly, mewling hungrily. Before letting them eat, she critically surveyed them. They had to be perfect. There was one tom and two she-kits. The first-born she-kit was a petite black kitten and resembled her father, the handsome, charming, dark-gray tom, Illusion. Collie purred approvingly. She scanned the next kitten. She was an exact image of Collie, her pale fur blending in perfectly with Collie's own. The queen couldn't help but love the two she-kits immediately. They were perfect! Lastly, Collie examined the tom. Something.. something about him made her shiver. It gave her a horrible feeling. The last kit was fiery orange, with a white underbelly, chest, and paws. Collie nudged him away from her two perfect kits. Surely this.. this thing wasn't hers! It didn't look anything like her or her mate. The world outside of the den seemed to split, thunder roaring so loudly, it popped Collie's ears. Lightning flashed outside as rain pelted down from the night sky. That was its name. Thunder. This kit wasn't a creature. It was a force of nature. And it wasn't hers. Thunder gave a small wail, it's stomach rumbling loudly matching the booming sounds outside.
Collie ignored it and proceeded to feed her she-kits.
What were their names to be?
Collie stared at her first-born. Holly.
She gave a satisfied nod. Illusion would love it. Then she glanced at the clone of her happily suckling next to Holly. Her name would be... Thorn. If she was anything like Collie, which she had to be, the name would be perfect. After Holly and Thorn had fallen asleep -and Thunder had stopped crying- she nudged it toward her stomach, letting it eat. Yes. Thunder was an it. He wasn't anything related to herself. He never would be. Thunder would be some flea-pelted rat she had found of the streets. How proud her mate would be of their two children. |
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