Post by Leopardkit on Mar 2, 2014 16:15:50 GMT -5
This is my first fan fiction :3 Hope you enjoy!
Btw, Whitefang is a cat who is an OC of mine.
Chapter 1: Beginning of the Adventure
Whitefang was a rogue.
Whitefang was fascinated by the idea of the Clans in the forest. Her father, Tom, had told her about forest cats all the time.
But now she's not in the forest. She's in a cozy moss nest, a plump shrew sitting at her paws. She realized she was in a Clan's camp.
Not a normal one though...
Whitefang then realized how hungry she was. She wolfed down the shrew in a couple of bites, satisfied of the full feeling in her stomach for the first time in sunrises. She padded up to the entrance of the den, curious to see through it.
There were cats everywhere.... But not any normal cats... Whitefang gasped when she spotted the collars on all the cat's necks, but with teeth spiked on them. The white she-cat closed her eyes and remembered when she was still a kit, living with her two siblings and her mother and father. She recalled her father telling her tales of the cats with tooth-spiked collars. Whitefang had always shuddered when her father spoke about their evil ways.
Whitefang had always thought her father was just telling a tale to entertain them. He had said it was true, but she had never actually believed him. I guess this proves me wrong, she thought.
"Hi."
Only then did Whitefang notice the cat behind her. He was pure black with one white paw, and had icy-blue eyes. He had a purple collar studded with the teeth of his victims, the teeth from both dogs and cats.
She shuddered a little. "H-Hi......"
"You look a little nervous. Care to tell me why?" He meowed.
That's it for now! More is coming later!
Btw, Whitefang is a cat who is an OC of mine.
Chapter 1: Beginning of the Adventure
Whitefang was a rogue.
Whitefang was fascinated by the idea of the Clans in the forest. Her father, Tom, had told her about forest cats all the time.
But now she's not in the forest. She's in a cozy moss nest, a plump shrew sitting at her paws. She realized she was in a Clan's camp.
Not a normal one though...
Whitefang then realized how hungry she was. She wolfed down the shrew in a couple of bites, satisfied of the full feeling in her stomach for the first time in sunrises. She padded up to the entrance of the den, curious to see through it.
There were cats everywhere.... But not any normal cats... Whitefang gasped when she spotted the collars on all the cat's necks, but with teeth spiked on them. The white she-cat closed her eyes and remembered when she was still a kit, living with her two siblings and her mother and father. She recalled her father telling her tales of the cats with tooth-spiked collars. Whitefang had always shuddered when her father spoke about their evil ways.
Whitefang had always thought her father was just telling a tale to entertain them. He had said it was true, but she had never actually believed him. I guess this proves me wrong, she thought.
"Hi."
Only then did Whitefang notice the cat behind her. He was pure black with one white paw, and had icy-blue eyes. He had a purple collar studded with the teeth of his victims, the teeth from both dogs and cats.
She shuddered a little. "H-Hi......"
"You look a little nervous. Care to tell me why?" He meowed.
That's it for now! More is coming later!