Post by ｒｏｓｅ on Aug 9, 2016 7:17:46 GMT -5
I've been wanting to make this for a while now, and I've decided, that the time is now.
So, in 'A Dangerous Path,' Snowkit, Speckletail's kit, is taken by a hawk. But what if he wasn't killed and eaten? What if he had been able to escape?
Prologue
Snowkit played in the middle of the camp, oblivious to the many cats calling his name. The white tom continued rolling about, enjoying the sunlight on his pelt.
Suddenly, a shadow loomed above him. He wanted to scramble up and quickly move out of the way, but something kept him from doing so, and he was frozen in place.
His mother, Speckletail, raced towards him, to attempt to save her son. But, she couldn't get to him in time, and the hawk came down, talons outstretched. He was picked off of the ground, his eyes wide with terror. His mother leaped up, holding on to the hawk, and started clawing it, determined to get Snowkit out of its grasp. The hawk moved violently, throwing the queen off.
The kit felt dizzy, but kept his head high, knowing he had to keep watch of what happened.
The hawk spread its wings and took off.
I'm going to die today.
Chapter 1
The hawk carried the poor kit away, the tom scrambling for help.
All Snowkit knew was that the ground was not below him. He felt the movement of the hawk's wings, carrying him higher and higher. He knew he was in danger- no other cat close enough to hear his anxious cries for help. Mother, where are you? He couldn't get the image of the she-cat racing forward to help him out of his mind.
Then, he saw a tree with sticks woven together at the top, forming some sort of formation. Its nest. The hawk dropped him inside, and Snowkit kept silent, afraid of what would happen if he spoke.
The hawk then flew away again, leaving Snowkit alone.
The tree was much too high for him to jump down, after all, he was only a mere kit. But he couldn't think of anything else.
Taking the chance, Snowkit dropped down, moving his tail like he had seen warriors do. He landed on his feet, but there had been a few sharp rocks underneath the tree. The white tom's paw began to bleed because of his wound. No cobwebs were in sight, and he didn't know what to do. He couldn't run away because of his paw, but if he didn't the hawk would just take him into its nest again.
I knew I would die from the start, he thought, as he drifted off into a deep slumber.
So, in 'A Dangerous Path,' Snowkit, Speckletail's kit, is taken by a hawk. But what if he wasn't killed and eaten? What if he had been able to escape?
Prologue
Snowkit played in the middle of the camp, oblivious to the many cats calling his name. The white tom continued rolling about, enjoying the sunlight on his pelt.
Suddenly, a shadow loomed above him. He wanted to scramble up and quickly move out of the way, but something kept him from doing so, and he was frozen in place.
His mother, Speckletail, raced towards him, to attempt to save her son. But, she couldn't get to him in time, and the hawk came down, talons outstretched. He was picked off of the ground, his eyes wide with terror. His mother leaped up, holding on to the hawk, and started clawing it, determined to get Snowkit out of its grasp. The hawk moved violently, throwing the queen off.
The kit felt dizzy, but kept his head high, knowing he had to keep watch of what happened.
The hawk spread its wings and took off.
I'm going to die today.
Chapter 1
The hawk carried the poor kit away, the tom scrambling for help.
All Snowkit knew was that the ground was not below him. He felt the movement of the hawk's wings, carrying him higher and higher. He knew he was in danger- no other cat close enough to hear his anxious cries for help. Mother, where are you? He couldn't get the image of the she-cat racing forward to help him out of his mind.
Then, he saw a tree with sticks woven together at the top, forming some sort of formation. Its nest. The hawk dropped him inside, and Snowkit kept silent, afraid of what would happen if he spoke.
The hawk then flew away again, leaving Snowkit alone.
The tree was much too high for him to jump down, after all, he was only a mere kit. But he couldn't think of anything else.
Taking the chance, Snowkit dropped down, moving his tail like he had seen warriors do. He landed on his feet, but there had been a few sharp rocks underneath the tree. The white tom's paw began to bleed because of his wound. No cobwebs were in sight, and he didn't know what to do. He couldn't run away because of his paw, but if he didn't the hawk would just take him into its nest again.
I knew I would die from the start, he thought, as he drifted off into a deep slumber.