Post by chellurton on Jan 4, 2008 19:56:43 GMT -5
Title: Split Soul
Chapters: unknown. If it exceeds 39 I guess it'll be moved
Author: Chellurton, but also the role players of the late Clan Warriors in part.
Rating: PG
Summary: This is a story I began years ago and never finished. It is based on some of the events from the first warriors role play I joined, and the onlt one I ever stuck with, Clan Warriors (CW). It follows two characters based off two of my own cats, and their three kits.
Warning: Violence and death will be a pretty big theme in some parts.
Disclaimer: I do not own warriors. The Clans in this story were made by the creator of CW. Some of the characters are mine, but most belong to the other role players of CW. I am simply borrowing them to tell their story, and finish what we never managed to.
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Author's Notes: In memory of Clan Warriors. This first chapter is written in a different style. It describes how one of the characters comes to live in her last kittypet home. The rest are written like a normal warriors story.
Chapter 1
A twoleg named Sam looked at her grandmother’s new kitten. It had been named Sweetie. She hated that name. But she loved the kitten. It was grey with black stripes and a white belly. And a spear-shaped white mark on her face. She hoped that this time, her grandmother might not give the kitten away. But the chances were low. Her grandmother never kept a kitten for more than two weeks. Then she would give them away because… They eat too much, they use the litter box too much, they were trying to get in the cupboard, etc. It was only a matter of time before this one left, and as always, she was attached.
Of course, the time eventually did come when Sweetie left because ‘She was scratching at the screen door.’ But Sam wasn’t sad like she usualy was when this happened. She went to her grandmother’s house, and brought Sweetie into the car. The kitten wasn’t going to Sam’s house. Sam had a dog named Brittany who didn’t get along with cats. But her best fiend’s mother had agreed to let her friend keep the kitten. When Sam’s car pulled up in Chelsea’s driveway, she was glad she wasn’t losing the kitten this time.
Chelsea’s mother only agreed to keep the kitten because their other cat was quite old. Dusty was a 17-year-old black cat, with many health problems. She was losing weight quickly, and they didn’t know how much longer she would be around. They were going to have two cats when Dusty died, but Sweetie was good enough until then. At first she was intimidated by the much larger cat, but after a few days she was playfully attacking her like crazy. The old declawed cat was no match for this mini cat from hell. This was Sweetie’s, now known as Scarlet, new home, where she would one day meet Levi.
Chapters: unknown. If it exceeds 39 I guess it'll be moved
Author: Chellurton, but also the role players of the late Clan Warriors in part.
Rating: PG
Summary: This is a story I began years ago and never finished. It is based on some of the events from the first warriors role play I joined, and the onlt one I ever stuck with, Clan Warriors (CW). It follows two characters based off two of my own cats, and their three kits.
Warning: Violence and death will be a pretty big theme in some parts.
Disclaimer: I do not own warriors. The Clans in this story were made by the creator of CW. Some of the characters are mine, but most belong to the other role players of CW. I am simply borrowing them to tell their story, and finish what we never managed to.
Beta:
Cover:
Author's Notes: In memory of Clan Warriors. This first chapter is written in a different style. It describes how one of the characters comes to live in her last kittypet home. The rest are written like a normal warriors story.
Chapter 1
A twoleg named Sam looked at her grandmother’s new kitten. It had been named Sweetie. She hated that name. But she loved the kitten. It was grey with black stripes and a white belly. And a spear-shaped white mark on her face. She hoped that this time, her grandmother might not give the kitten away. But the chances were low. Her grandmother never kept a kitten for more than two weeks. Then she would give them away because… They eat too much, they use the litter box too much, they were trying to get in the cupboard, etc. It was only a matter of time before this one left, and as always, she was attached.
Of course, the time eventually did come when Sweetie left because ‘She was scratching at the screen door.’ But Sam wasn’t sad like she usualy was when this happened. She went to her grandmother’s house, and brought Sweetie into the car. The kitten wasn’t going to Sam’s house. Sam had a dog named Brittany who didn’t get along with cats. But her best fiend’s mother had agreed to let her friend keep the kitten. When Sam’s car pulled up in Chelsea’s driveway, she was glad she wasn’t losing the kitten this time.
Chelsea’s mother only agreed to keep the kitten because their other cat was quite old. Dusty was a 17-year-old black cat, with many health problems. She was losing weight quickly, and they didn’t know how much longer she would be around. They were going to have two cats when Dusty died, but Sweetie was good enough until then. At first she was intimidated by the much larger cat, but after a few days she was playfully attacking her like crazy. The old declawed cat was no match for this mini cat from hell. This was Sweetie’s, now known as Scarlet, new home, where she would one day meet Levi.