Post by loutuskit on Sept 17, 2006 11:59:33 GMT -5
There was a young cat walking along the boarders of TreeClan. This she-kit had no idea where she was, she had no home, she was lost, and every clan had rejected her. This kit's gray tabby fur was wet, dirty, and matted. You could see every bone in her body, she had not eaten in moons. Her name you ask? Her name was Streamkit. Streamkit had lost her mother and father in a harsh battle 2 moons ago and was kidnapped by the enemy clan and thrown off in the middle of nowhere, left to die. So she wandered off through the forest and tried to survive on her own. She had joined a band of rouges but only until she was 5 moons.
Streamkit's pale blue eyes looked into the distance as she searched for any other cat that could help her. She was tierd and hungery. She had no where to go. She went to a nearby lake for a drink, but was too weak to hunt. When she had quenched her thirst she went deeper into Treeclan territory, hoping she would come across some one; any one that could help her in her time of need. As she walked through the forest she came across a mouse. Streamkit dropped into a hunting crouch and stalked it. The mouse had gotten away due to her lack of knowledge in hunting.
Streamkit's pale blue eyes looked into the distance as she searched for any other cat that could help her. She was tierd and hungery. She had no where to go. She went to a nearby lake for a drink, but was too weak to hunt. When she had quenched her thirst she went deeper into Treeclan territory, hoping she would come across some one; any one that could help her in her time of need. As she walked through the forest she came across a mouse. Streamkit dropped into a hunting crouch and stalked it. The mouse had gotten away due to her lack of knowledge in hunting.
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