The Fire Kitten- second book in Warrior Kittens series

[Mozart the Meerkitten]

(also posted in the Mozart thread)


GUESS WHAT?!?!?!

I'm writing a 2nd-ajecent-book-series to The Warrior Kittens series!
Its called; The Adventurer Kittens series, or maybe just The Adventurers not sure yet.

It takes place about 200 years before any of the Warrior Kittens books do. Its about four kittens who set out on adventures in the oposite direction as Ventargo. These kittens are called; Kuman (leader), Diamond (Black Diamond, Kuman's BFF), Rosie (the oldest, most sensible of them, also the motherly figure) and Sparkle (Sparky; the baby of the bunch). These are all bengal cats who I've had at one point or the other, I just mixed up the ages a bit.

here's the prolouge;



Prologue

Kuman yawned and lazily stretched out in her bed. Noises of the others had awakened her. That was the problem with living in the orphanage; once one creature awoke the rest were sure to follow.

She stood from her bed and pushed the blanket away from the side of her bed, the blanket which was the only thing that separated her from the rest of the orphans. Slowly she walked through the mass of young creatures to a bed set against the side of one wall. On it sat a young sleek black kitten. She was about four months old and seemingly pure black to those who didn’t know better. But Kuman knew better and she knew that in that black fur there was intertwined spots, blacker than the rest of the she-cat’s fur that were hardly ever seen.

The kitten looked up as Kuman approached.
“Hey Ku,” she said as she gently folded a piece of fabric.
“Hey Diamond.” Said Kuman. Black Diamond was Kuman’s best friend; they were not a week apart in birth and were kindred in purrsonalities. Black Diamond was often called “Diamond” or “Blackie” or just “Dia”.

“You done with ‘em yets?”
“Yep, just finished yours.” Diamond replied.
“Can I see?”
“Mhum.” Diamond unfolded the fabric she had been cradling to reveal a forest-green cloak. Holes were poked in the sides and had threads weaving in and out of them which were unlikely to come undone while walking but easy to undo if needed. This was so that one could remove the top part of one’s cloak while in warm weather and keep oneself warm in cold weather. Of course the cloaks that Diamond made were only blankets sewn together, but they would do for Kuman’s plan.
“This ‘un’s mine.” Said Diamond, proudly picking up a dark purple cloak and fastening it around her neck. Kuman did likewise with her’s.

Just then a young she-cat came up with a tiny kit.
“Well Dia don’t keep us in suspense.” She growled.
“Ok, ok Rosie, don’t let the whole place know whats we’re doin.” Diamond pulled out a soft red-colored cloak and gave it to Rosie who was another of Kuman’s friends.
“And this ‘un’s for you little Sparky!” Diamond handed the kit a pink cloak. The little baby sucked one of her paws and looked at the cloak.
“I comma?” she asked.
“Yes you’ll come too.” Whispered Kuman, draping the blanket-cloak ‘round the kit’s shoulders.
“Should we really take Sparky?” asked Rose, “I mean she’s only a babe and has a life ahead of her.”
“That’s jus’ what grown-ups say an’ its gettin inta your head now Rosie!” Diamond said defensively, “An’ it’s all or nutin, Sparky’s commin.”
“I comma, I comma, I comma!” giggled the tiny kitten who couldn’t be more than three weeks old.

“Its settled then, we leave tonight at midnight.” Said Kuman.
Rosie sighed, “Ok Ku, ok.”

 

[Mozart the Meerkitten]

This thread will shortly undergo some editing to make it better, specifically the end will have adjustments made to it since I wrote it rather hurriedly just before my language class started one day, and the part where the White Cat dies will probably be slightly modified as well. Catlition and Mozart may also undergo similar changes.

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[narnia56]

Wow! I really like that story or fanfic

 

[Mozart the Meerkitten]

Wow! I really like that story or fanfic

you mean the book or the excerpt? the book is a story I made up- not a fanfic, I can't write fanfics. anyways, glad you like it! if you enjoy my stories look in my signature and I have links to all three.

 

[narnia56]

That is tottally awesome!!! p)D)

 

[Mozart the Meerkitten]

^ Book cover for "The Fire Kitten"

 

[Mozart the Meerkitten]

map f0r "The Fire Kitten"

 

[Mozart the Meerkitten]

If you've been reading my new book Catlition go back and read the part of this book called "The Greatest Sacrifice" and "The White Cat" and you may find it interesting that several parts are clearer.

 

[Mozart the Meerkitten]

Heeeeey

So, as some of you probably know I recently finished rewriting my first book "The Tale of Mozart the Meerkitten". It and the Fire Kitten were two books that I had written when I was just starting my journey of authorship when I was 13 and thus were *cringes* less than my best work. After my second book my writing started to improve, but I feel compelled to rewrite the second book as I did the first if I ever hope to publish my tales.

Last semester I did not have time to take on this project, and I probably don't have adequate time this semester, but nevertheless I wish to have this thread floating around for me to post in when I have something written.

So, without further ado, have the first few pages of, "The Fire Kitten", rewritten.

The Fire Kitten



Prologue​

Tigerclaw paced restlessly in his dark tent, his form casting weird shadows on the walls. The only light in the large tent came from a solitary candle flickering nearly as fitfully as its master that was set on a table in the center of the shelter.

A caw came from outside the tent. Tigerclaw stopped pacing and glanced up, then rumbled, “Enter.”

A crow strutted inside the tent, its beady eyes roving about the room warily as it approached the cat.
“My master,” it rasped, “I bring news from your uncle- you have his full support in this venture.”
Tigerclaw smiled, showing his sharp teeth, “Good. Do not go far, Sharpbeak, I may yet have use of you and your brethren.”
The crow bobbed his head, “Yes, my lord.” The creature turned and hopped out of the tent.

Tigerclaw sat next to the table and watched the small candle dancing eagerly. The tomcat chuckled maliciously, “Soon. So, so soon,” he crooned, “Then they will be mine.”
Then, he snuffed out the candle, plunging the room into complete darkness.

****​

Fireheart pounced on her brother and he squealed with surprise. She bowled him over and pinned him to the ground. “Gotcha!” she squeaked triumphantly.
Jako squirmed beneath her, “Okay, okay, you win!” the little orange tomcat mewed desperately.
Fireheart climbed off of her twin and giggled, “You’re so easy to beat.”
Jako II stuck out his little pink tongue at her and blew a raspberry. Fire smacked him on the nose.

“Ow! Mama, mama, Fire hit me!” cried Jako, running over to their mother, who stood watching them with amusement in her eyes.
“He asked for it!” Insisted Fireheart.
“Now, Fireheart, be kind to your brother.” Scolded Tori gently.
“He shouldn’t act like such a wimp!” insisted Fire.
“I’m not a wimp!” squeaked Jako, glaring at her.
“Fireheart! Apologize!” Tori said firmly.
Fire wrinkled her nose, “Fine, I’m sorry.” She walked up to Jako and whispered, “But it’s true.”
“Mama!” wailed Jako, “Fire’s being mean to me again!”
Fire rolled her eyes. Tori raised an eyebrow at her, “Fireheart, I think you should go to your room and play for a while.” The kit’s mother informed her.
Fireheart huffed, “Fine. But if Jako would play like a normal, kitten instead of being so… so… pathetic, then I’d be nice!”
“Fireheart! Room! Now!” hissed Tori.

Sticking her head high in the air, little Fireheart trotted off to her room, glaring defiantly.
Fire’s other three siblings came running up to stand by their mother and brother.
“Is Fire in trouble again?” asked Tansy.
Tori sighed, “Yes, she is.”
“Why is it this time?” asked Creamy, blinking up at her with blue eyes.
Tori shook her head, “Doesn’t matter.”
“Were you and Fire fighting again?” Pumpkin asked Jako.
“Pumpkin, I said it doesn’t matter!” snapped Tori, then instantly regretted it.
Pumpkin’s tiny, fluffy orange form quickly deflated, and her ears twitched back. “Sorry mama.”
Tori sighed again, “Its fine, sweetie, I’m just… tired. I shouldn’t have snapped.”
“Are you tired because of Fire?” asked Tansy curiously.
Tori glanced up to the blue, cloudless sky, “I suppose so, Tansy. That little kitten is such a spitfire, even at four weeks old.”
“Good thing you named her Fireheart then, huh?” smiled Creamy.
Tori glanced down at her little son, and the corners of her mouth turned up just a bit, “Yes, Creamy, I suppose it is.”

****​

“Fire? You still in there? Mama said you could come out, you know.”
Fire sighed as she heard her sister Pumpkin’s voice through the door to her room. “What’s the point? I’ll just get sent right back here!” the little orange she kitten replied.
“Maybe you won’t this time.” Said Pumpkin.
“No, Pumpkin, I’m trouble, and everybody knows it. You’re the peacemaker, Creamy’s laid back, Tansy’s so cute she gets away with everything and Jako starts crying and creatures can’t get mad at him. Not me.”
“I think you’re very brave.” Ventured Pumpkin.
Fire smiled, “Thanks, Pumpkin. Too bad there aren’t any wars for me to fight in anymore.”
“Don’t say that! I’m sure there are other ways that you can show everybody how brave you are!” insisted Pumpkin.
“I guess. Just let me know when you find some.” Replied Fire.
“I very much will!” said Pumpkin very firmly through the door, “Now will you please come out?”
Fire smiled again, she just couldn’t get upset at her sister; Pumpkin was always trying to cheer creatures up and she was friendly to everyone.

‘Not like me.’ Thought Fireheart, ‘I always get into trouble and everybody’s always yelling at me. Except for Mozart. Mozart doesn’t yell, she talks nice. I wish I was a hero like Mozart, then everybody would love me and I wouldn’t never get into trouble! Maybe I will be a hero someday- Fireheart the Hero!’

Fire dashed out into the hall and rode down the banister with her sister to the floor, the two kittens laughing joyfully, unaware that Fire’s opportunity to be a hero was close at paw.