Post by rex. on Aug 15, 2005 9:22:03 GMT -5
THE STORY OF KASHPAW
Part 1
It was a perfect day. The sky was filled with fluffy clouds, which were yellow rimmed by the bright afternoon sun, the tall dense forest or cornstalks, their leaves rustling in the slight breeze. Kashkit rose from his nest and stretched out in the brilliant sunlight, His paws kneading the dark earth as she did so.
Looking around he noticed the other kits tussling in-between the dry stalks of corn and he stealthily crept toward them, staying in the shadows so not to be seen. Unfortunately, one of the kits noticed him leave his nest and before Kashkit had gone a few tail lengths, the other kits had stopped playing and were watching him warily.
“We see you out there!” called out one of them.
“Darn!” breathed Kashkit as he left the shadows. “I was going to surprise you!”
“Yeah well…” stammered the kit “we...we saw you….”
“Ah well, I was hoping I could play with you guys!”
“But we were just about to go and….umm….take a bath!”
The kits all nodded at him, although looking slightly displeased. Kashkit looked at them and dropped his tail. “Oh, well I guess so…” and he turned away back to his nest were his mother was grooming her black paws.
Kashkit's mother had come from a clan of the forest and still preferred to use her warrior name and the code, so she gave Kashkit a proper name, and told her that when he was old enough, he would get a new, warrior name.
Kashkit sat down gloomily next to his mother and opened his mouth to complain. But his mother knew what he was going to say and stopped him.
“There is no point in complaining, there’s nothing I can do about it.”
“But none of the other kits like me!” wailed Kashkit.
“Their mothers aren’t sure that they can trust you around their kits after what happened.”
“BUT IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!”
“I know, accidents do happen, but you really hurt Curry, her pelt is still cut up from when you--”
“We were playing though! Its not my fault I'm all deformed!”
At this statement, his mother looked suddenly stern and she asked sternly “who told you that?”
“Curry did after I accidentally hurt her.” Replied Kashkit
“Well….” Said his mother, rising to her paws “we’ll have to talk to Curry’s mother, now wont we?” and she walked off in the direction leading to Curry’s nest. Her long, black tail swishing as she walked. Kashkit was had to almost run to keep up with her,
When they reached their destination, Kashkit saw Curry lying in the nest while her mother vigorously cleaned out the wound.
“I told you not to lay on that side!” Kashkit over heard her saying between licks.
“Brook!” boomed Kashkit’s mother as they approached.
Brook looked up, slightly startled.
“Kashkit told me Curry has been calling my kit names!” she bellowed
Curry’s yellow face looked up at them looking shocked and upset
“That couldn't be true…” brook stammered. “Not my Curry…”
But Curry, now looking rather flustered, jumped to her paws and said loudly “yes I did mother, and it’s true! You can’t deny it, no one can! He’s deformed!”
Kashkit looked down at his paws, and then over at his mothers. It was true, his dewclaw was much larger than hers and she didn't have an extra claw between that and the rest of her paw.
“Curry!” said her mother looking shocked at her kits sudden change in attitude and rudeness.
“How could you say that?!” demanded Kashkit’s mother
“Well, Shadowstorm, it is true,” said Brook slowly, although looking a bit scared.
“WHAT?!” Kashkit’s mother, Shadowstorm hissed. “I ought to have your tail for that! How could you be so-”
“-Honest?” interrupted Brook.
“There have been many other notable cats with the same features as my Kashkit before!”
“Yes, but still--” said Brook”
“IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!!” screeched Kashkit. “Look, Curry, I’m sorry for what I did to you, but we were playi--”
“Sorry doesn't make up for what you did to me, you freak!” spat Curry.
Shadowstorm’s tail lashed dangerously, and her fur bristled. But instead of attacking, as Brook thought she might, she picked up Kashkit and walked back over to their nest where they lay for the rest of the evening, quite silent.
Part 2
Many moons had passed since the incident with Curry (who, by the way, had healed up nicely, due to Brook’s constant cleaning). Kashpaw walked through the field, not going anywhere in particular. He had been out all day and was probably a long way from his nest. Finally, Kashpaw stopped, and sat down to rest.
Kashpaw never really had any friends after the incident and was always taunted about her abnormalities. And nowadays, the only thing that Kashpaw liked to do more was hunt. This was where his paws actually came in handy for catching or grabbing things.
The sky grew redder and Kashpaw finally sighed and decided to head back.
Along the way, he picked up some kill he had caught earlier for his mother. Kashpaw walked along the messy cornrows and after sometime came out in a place he didn't expect. Instead of the familiar, dark, hard ground in the field, he was now standing on softer ground. All sorts of new smells hit him like a wave and he looked all around him as if expecting their makers to come out to him. There were large trees before him and the scent of prey was everywhere.
He had walked all the way across the field! And after days of wondering what could possibly be on the other side of the infinity of corn he had always known of, he had finally found out.
"So this is the forest…." he thought as he set his kill down and walked slowly onward. But then he stopped sniffed the ground and thought "there’s others out there…."
Desperately wanting to venture further into the woods, Kashpaw, regretfully turned back, picked up the prey and walked back across the field, toward home. along the way, he ran into the last cat he wanted to see; Curry.
Not wishing to get into yet another argument, he continued past her but raising his head higher so Curry could see what he caught. And to his satisfaction, Curry’s eyes narrowed with a look of slight jealousy.
“Bet that was real fun using your mutant paws,” she sneered
Kashpaw stopped dead in his tracks.
“You could kill a whole colony of rats with those”
Setting down his kill again, he turned around to face Curry, who was wearing a smug expression. “And I bet you could disgust every tom that ever approached you!” replied Kashpaw "cause i am."
“Not really” she retorted with a satisfied tone. “My friend, Thatcher has never thought I was gross!”
“…And friends wouldn't, would they?” Kashpaw said, more to himself than to Curry
“What?”
“Nuthin’” and Kashpaw picked up his kill again and continued on, looking slightly depressed.
Back home, Kashpaw gave his mother the kill and shared tongues until Kashpaw went to his own nest.
"What’s the point of being a loner if your never alone and you live with others?" He thought to himself as he watched the sky grow darker. "I would like it if everyone went away…and I would be on my own…" Then, an idea hit him. "I will go live in the forest!"
Smiling happily at the thought of all the space, the prey, and the trees, but then he remembered his mother. How could he leave her? After everything she’d done?
Kashpaw got up to go over to the dark body that was now almost invisible against the dark background, but paused. "She would just say "I’m too young to go off on my own…"
With a sigh he crept over to his mothers sleeping body and gave her a lick of farewell and walked back across the field into the forest toward his new home.
Part 1
It was a perfect day. The sky was filled with fluffy clouds, which were yellow rimmed by the bright afternoon sun, the tall dense forest or cornstalks, their leaves rustling in the slight breeze. Kashkit rose from his nest and stretched out in the brilliant sunlight, His paws kneading the dark earth as she did so.
Looking around he noticed the other kits tussling in-between the dry stalks of corn and he stealthily crept toward them, staying in the shadows so not to be seen. Unfortunately, one of the kits noticed him leave his nest and before Kashkit had gone a few tail lengths, the other kits had stopped playing and were watching him warily.
“We see you out there!” called out one of them.
“Darn!” breathed Kashkit as he left the shadows. “I was going to surprise you!”
“Yeah well…” stammered the kit “we...we saw you….”
“Ah well, I was hoping I could play with you guys!”
“But we were just about to go and….umm….take a bath!”
The kits all nodded at him, although looking slightly displeased. Kashkit looked at them and dropped his tail. “Oh, well I guess so…” and he turned away back to his nest were his mother was grooming her black paws.
Kashkit's mother had come from a clan of the forest and still preferred to use her warrior name and the code, so she gave Kashkit a proper name, and told her that when he was old enough, he would get a new, warrior name.
Kashkit sat down gloomily next to his mother and opened his mouth to complain. But his mother knew what he was going to say and stopped him.
“There is no point in complaining, there’s nothing I can do about it.”
“But none of the other kits like me!” wailed Kashkit.
“Their mothers aren’t sure that they can trust you around their kits after what happened.”
“BUT IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!”
“I know, accidents do happen, but you really hurt Curry, her pelt is still cut up from when you--”
“We were playing though! Its not my fault I'm all deformed!”
At this statement, his mother looked suddenly stern and she asked sternly “who told you that?”
“Curry did after I accidentally hurt her.” Replied Kashkit
“Well….” Said his mother, rising to her paws “we’ll have to talk to Curry’s mother, now wont we?” and she walked off in the direction leading to Curry’s nest. Her long, black tail swishing as she walked. Kashkit was had to almost run to keep up with her,
When they reached their destination, Kashkit saw Curry lying in the nest while her mother vigorously cleaned out the wound.
“I told you not to lay on that side!” Kashkit over heard her saying between licks.
“Brook!” boomed Kashkit’s mother as they approached.
Brook looked up, slightly startled.
“Kashkit told me Curry has been calling my kit names!” she bellowed
Curry’s yellow face looked up at them looking shocked and upset
“That couldn't be true…” brook stammered. “Not my Curry…”
But Curry, now looking rather flustered, jumped to her paws and said loudly “yes I did mother, and it’s true! You can’t deny it, no one can! He’s deformed!”
Kashkit looked down at his paws, and then over at his mothers. It was true, his dewclaw was much larger than hers and she didn't have an extra claw between that and the rest of her paw.
“Curry!” said her mother looking shocked at her kits sudden change in attitude and rudeness.
“How could you say that?!” demanded Kashkit’s mother
“Well, Shadowstorm, it is true,” said Brook slowly, although looking a bit scared.
“WHAT?!” Kashkit’s mother, Shadowstorm hissed. “I ought to have your tail for that! How could you be so-”
“-Honest?” interrupted Brook.
“There have been many other notable cats with the same features as my Kashkit before!”
“Yes, but still--” said Brook”
“IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!!” screeched Kashkit. “Look, Curry, I’m sorry for what I did to you, but we were playi--”
“Sorry doesn't make up for what you did to me, you freak!” spat Curry.
Shadowstorm’s tail lashed dangerously, and her fur bristled. But instead of attacking, as Brook thought she might, she picked up Kashkit and walked back over to their nest where they lay for the rest of the evening, quite silent.
Part 2
Many moons had passed since the incident with Curry (who, by the way, had healed up nicely, due to Brook’s constant cleaning). Kashpaw walked through the field, not going anywhere in particular. He had been out all day and was probably a long way from his nest. Finally, Kashpaw stopped, and sat down to rest.
Kashpaw never really had any friends after the incident and was always taunted about her abnormalities. And nowadays, the only thing that Kashpaw liked to do more was hunt. This was where his paws actually came in handy for catching or grabbing things.
The sky grew redder and Kashpaw finally sighed and decided to head back.
Along the way, he picked up some kill he had caught earlier for his mother. Kashpaw walked along the messy cornrows and after sometime came out in a place he didn't expect. Instead of the familiar, dark, hard ground in the field, he was now standing on softer ground. All sorts of new smells hit him like a wave and he looked all around him as if expecting their makers to come out to him. There were large trees before him and the scent of prey was everywhere.
He had walked all the way across the field! And after days of wondering what could possibly be on the other side of the infinity of corn he had always known of, he had finally found out.
"So this is the forest…." he thought as he set his kill down and walked slowly onward. But then he stopped sniffed the ground and thought "there’s others out there…."
Desperately wanting to venture further into the woods, Kashpaw, regretfully turned back, picked up the prey and walked back across the field, toward home. along the way, he ran into the last cat he wanted to see; Curry.
Not wishing to get into yet another argument, he continued past her but raising his head higher so Curry could see what he caught. And to his satisfaction, Curry’s eyes narrowed with a look of slight jealousy.
“Bet that was real fun using your mutant paws,” she sneered
Kashpaw stopped dead in his tracks.
“You could kill a whole colony of rats with those”
Setting down his kill again, he turned around to face Curry, who was wearing a smug expression. “And I bet you could disgust every tom that ever approached you!” replied Kashpaw "cause i am."
“Not really” she retorted with a satisfied tone. “My friend, Thatcher has never thought I was gross!”
“…And friends wouldn't, would they?” Kashpaw said, more to himself than to Curry
“What?”
“Nuthin’” and Kashpaw picked up his kill again and continued on, looking slightly depressed.
Back home, Kashpaw gave his mother the kill and shared tongues until Kashpaw went to his own nest.
"What’s the point of being a loner if your never alone and you live with others?" He thought to himself as he watched the sky grow darker. "I would like it if everyone went away…and I would be on my own…" Then, an idea hit him. "I will go live in the forest!"
Smiling happily at the thought of all the space, the prey, and the trees, but then he remembered his mother. How could he leave her? After everything she’d done?
Kashpaw got up to go over to the dark body that was now almost invisible against the dark background, but paused. "She would just say "I’m too young to go off on my own…"
With a sigh he crept over to his mothers sleeping body and gave her a lick of farewell and walked back across the field into the forest toward his new home.
