Post by Icestorm on Oct 28, 2008 16:22:21 GMT -5
My friend read this and thought it was really good, so I decided to put it on here. And get this- its a school project! But it turned out well...
Echoes of the Wind
Leaves swirled around my feet and the sunset glow warmed my face as I trekked through unfamiliar grounds. Twigs and dry leaves crunched below my paws, making them tingle. The fragrant winds ruffled my fur. I sat down to groom my rumpled fur. A world of leaves fell onto me as a strong gust shook the trees. I shook the fallen leaves off my pelt, and walked on.
Looked around and pondered where I was. I had fallen asleep in my den, and had woken up here. The world here seems so quiet and mysterious, but it had a comforting feeling at the same time. The warm air and bright sunlight made me feel like a kit again, curled asleep beside my mother. I scented the air, but all I smelled was the calming fragrance of the wind. Confusion clouded my mind. I knew I shouldn’t be here, so why was I? Where was I?
Pushing away the questions and thoughts, I continued on. It was as if some force was urging me on, into the winding paths of the forest. My paws led me on, and my mind just wondered where my paws were leading me.
I finally stumbled upon a pool of water that shimmered like the setting sun. It sparked, dazzling my eyes until they adjusted. The pool was as clear as an icicle in the cold but as smooth as a rock.
I sniffed the air again. Now there was a taint of other cats in the air. It grew stronger, and fresher. My heartbeat quickened. I could smell them, but I couldn’t see them. Their whispering voices echoed in my ears, and I strained to hear what they had to say. They were faint, whispery voices that blended with the wind.
As the sun disappeared behind the trees, outlines of moving shapes appeared. My eyes strained to see them. I soon realized that they were cats - shining cats that smelled of ice and fire. They didn’t move. They just sat there, watching me. Another gust of wind blew my face, its piercing cold hurting my eyes.
Gaining courage, I spoke to them. “Hello? Who are you?” I had mewed quietly. They didn’t respond. Their eyes kept staring at me, shining like stars. I stared back at them, unblinking. I heard a voice, yet no one moved from their endless ranks. “She has come,” it whispered. “She has come.” It repeated, carried by the wind. The whispers grew stronger and louder, until she heard it clearly.
“What do you mean?” I asked. One shimmering shape emerged from the ranks and walked up to me. It was a blue-gray she-cat. Her eyes shined with unlimited strength. I fought the urge to shrink away.
“The chosen one has come,” she meowed. “Do you know what I am speaking of?” I shook my head. The she-cat went on. “We are the Cats of the Stars,” she mewed. “We watch over those who live under our ways.” Confusion clouded my mind. “What do you mean?” I whispered, feeling anxiety prickle my fur. She turned to me, her ice-blue eyes sparkling like dew on the grass. “Come,” she commanded, and walked away into the distance. Following an instinct that I didn’t understand, I followed the mysterious starry cat.
She led me into the forest again, but in a different direction, deeper into the trees and undergrowth. Mingled scents of cats hit the roof of my mouth when I scented the air. For a long time, we walked in silence, following winding paths twisting and turning like a snake.
Suddenly the forest vanished, and we were in midair. I started to panic, until the she-cat looked back at me and said, “There is no need to fear,” she promised. “We are here.”
“What do you mean?” I asked. She pointed downward with her tail to a vast wilderness. No human life was anywhere, only the forests and rivers and mountains.
“The Cats of the Stars watch over the wild cats that live here,” the cat explained. “They are divided by differences, but act as one. The Cats of the Mountains live in the snowy peaks.” She looked down at the mountain tops. Suddenly it felt as if I was swooping down, and soon I was on the mountain. She sniffed the air. It smelled of the ice cold waters and the snow. “I don’t understand,” I protested. “Why are you showing me this?”
“All will be revealed soon.”
The image of the snowy peaks dissolved into a vast span of trees. They towered above my head. “The cats here are the Cats of the Forest,” she continued. “These cats are the stealthiest of the Cats, and they are very faithful in our ways.”
“Excuse me,” I interrupted. She turned her patient gaze onto me. “What is your name?” I asked. She blinked calmly. “My name is Shine,” she mewed. Shine continued. “Smell the air.” I did so. It smelled of the many green leafy plants and dew. Shine nodded.
Once again the vision dissolved. We were soon at a moor land. Few trees grew in it, but small streams ran through the moor. “These cats are the Cats of the Moor,” Shine meowed. She straightened up, looking proud. “I was a Cat of the Moor before I passed,” she told me. “These cats have vast knowledge. I was proud to be part of them.”
She turned to me. “Now I ask you. What is your name?” I swallowed, suddenly feeling shy. “Leaf,” I mewed in a squeaky voice. She purred in amusement. “These cats have knowledge because they are spiritually close to us, though we look over everyone with equal importance.”
“The next cats are the Cats of the Waters,” she meowed as the vision dissolved into a land surrounded by rivers, “These cats have no fear of water,” Shine told me. “As the others do. They are highly respected for this skill.”
Suddenly we were back at the shimmering pool. The other Cats of the Stars were gone, and now only Shine and I remained. “I don’t understand,” I protested. “Why are you showing me this?” Shine’s eyes, that were sparkling, now darkened. “The Cats are in turmoil,” she told me. “Long ago, there was a group called the Cats of the Fire. They were banished from the lands for their crimes towards the other Cats. Now they have returned for revenge, and their numbers have grown.”
Shine looked into my eyes, and a vision filled my eyes. I heard screeching cats of battle and saw huge cats running past her eyes. The vision disappeared. I shook my head. “What am I supposed to do?” I asked. Shine looked past me. “You are the chosen one,” she meowed in a strange voice. “You will save them.”
I stared at her. “What? Me?” I mewed in disbelief. “How?”
“All will be revealed soon,” she mewed, and faded into the breeze. Only her scent remained a heartbeat longer.
that was really good - and long. instead of having a narritive your storie is being told by a character! 
write more!!!