The Fire Kitten- second book in Warrior Kittens series

Favorite character in this book?

  • Fireheart

    Votes: 1 33.3%

  • FSS (Frodo, Shadow or Smokey)

    Votes: 0 0.0%

  • Creamy/Jako

    Votes: 0 0.0%

  • Pumpkin

    Votes: 0 0.0%

  • Tansy

    Votes: 0 0.0%

  • Shady (aka Jade)

    Votes: 1 33.3%

  • Mozart the Meerkitten

    Votes: 3 100.0%

  • Dorthy

    Votes: 0 0.0%

  • Toto

    Votes: 0 0.0%

  • Caspian

    Votes: 0 0.0%
  • Total voters
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The evening light waned. Dark settled over the barren desert lands.
Amidst the shadows that play tricks on one’s eyes a group of small lonely figures plodded across the great plain.

Claw growled at his gang, “Faster! Faster! I want to get as far ahead of them as possible! Faster! Get those lazy slaves moving… FASTER!”
‘An’ dats Claw in a good mood.’ thought Shady.

Fire felt a whip on her back as the slave masters tried to move them faster as their leader demanded. Snarling Fire kept the rest of her anger inside, trying to chase it out.
The echoing words ‘Faster! Faster!’ repeated themselves in her mind. It helped her block out her anger though.

‘Gotta move faster, gotta move faster…’ mechanically these words went on in her head until she was sick of them. Yet on they went, just like the long expanse of desert stretched before her.

“Fire Fire stop!” hearing her sister’s little nickname for her, Fire turned back and looked at Tansy. The rest of the slaves were stopping too.
“What is the meaning of this?!?” exclaimed Claw.
“One o’ them lazy slaves fell, boss.” Replied a slaver (as the young slaves called them).
“Then get them up!”

Fire looked and saw a little cat, no older than her, maybe younger, on the ground sprawled out.
‘Uh-oh…’ Fire looked at Tansy, Tansy looked at Fire.

The kits went towards the fallen youngster, dragging the whole slave chain line with them.
Despite her shackled paws, Fire folded her little arms. She stood in front of the group now and pointed an accusing white paw at Claw.
“Youse leave her an’ alla other slaves alone…. Tigerclaw!”

Claw snatched a whip out of a dumbfounded slave-driver’s paw and raised it to strike…
“Wait! Hey wait a minute Claw!” Shady stepped up, “Hey, why injure a good slave? She’s defiant, yeah, but I bets she’ll last longer ‘round ‘ere than most of ‘em will. I kin watch her! She’ll neva get outta hand a-gain.”
“Don’t tell me you’re going soft, Shady.” warned Claw coldly.
“Wha me? No, I ain’t gettin’ soft!” Shady grabbed her little whip and cracked it at the slaves as if to prove this.

Claw laughed. He had a cold, evil, terrifying laugh.
 
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Chapter nine
The Desert​

“You’re welcome.” Shady whispered to Fire angrily, “I coulda gotten killed right dere and den an’ you too! Youse have no sense, you did not even know dat kitten!”
“Nobody should have to suffer through what was in-eve-a-table.” Replied Fireheart.
“Youse crazy… I tells you dat as a friend of course.”
“Of course!”

“Pssst, Pumpkin!”
“What Tans?”
“See Fire an’ Shades uppa dere?”
“Ya, why?”
“Dey friends like we ares. Tell each oter everting. Dey like sistas.”
“Ya, dey are, aren’t dey?”

“Creamy?”
“Ya, Jakie?”
“See da girls uppa dere?”
“Uhuh, why?”
“Well dey whisperin’ so I figure we oughta whispa too.”
“I guess so.”
 
oh boy...
i don't think i'm going to read this new book, sorry, it's just sometimes to fast and long to keep up with!!:(:o
i might though. not sure.
 
Fire slumped down on the hard ground. It was several days since they entered the desert... or was it hours? Minutes? Seconds? Years? Weeks? Fire couldn't tell, she had completly lost track of time.
A song began to form in her mind, a song that would for long be a favorite of all slaves.

The song is as follows:

Warriors?
Warriors.
Who is a warrior?
A warrior is somebody who stands up for what they know is right!

Warriors?
Warriors.
A warrior is us,
Me an' you,
We are warriors always.
We got taken away from home,
On a venture we never shoulda had.
But we've stood true,
We've never given up,
We ain't gonna give up now!
We are warriors!

We are no slaves!
We are Warriors!
We are Warriors!
Slave, that is not a word!
We are free!
We fight for freedom!
We are held down,
But not for long!

Warriors?
Warriors!
Who is a warrior?
What is a warrior?
Me an' you.
We are always warriors.

We don't got swords,
We don't got bows,
We don't got any weapons,
'Cept these chains we're wearin'.
They hold us down,
But they can't hold us forever!

Warriors!
WE ARE WARRIORS!

Whats a warrior?
Me an' you.
 
If Mozart could have heard that song she would have been very proud of her little aperintice. But Mozart was far away... or to Fire she was. In realitly though Mozart was less than a day behind them, or rather a night behind them. Yet both groups found their supplies begining to get a little low.

It was one week since they entered the desert.
In that week Caspian had taken note of all that happened and the moods of the desert in a small journal.

'Night one; we travel swiftly through the desert. It is cold, freezing really, we have to put on our cloaks and even mittens.'
Day one; hot, the exact opposite of night. Blazing heat, you could be smothered just by breathing the air too long. I see now why we travel at night. Little rest.
Night two; Tired from lack of sleep in the day due to intense heat. FSS keep begging to stop and rest while its cool but we force them onwards. We drink little.
Day two; still no relief from the sun. We are all restless.
Night three; Cold.
Day three; I have come to hate the sun and have emptied one of my water bottles completly and half of another.
Night four; Better than the day, I'm numb.
Day four; Sanga cursed the sun for its neverending hot and brightness. Yet if we cover ourselves with blankets we will get heat sickness, as Frodo found out.
Night five; Winds blow across the now hated lands of the desert. Mozart commented that sometimes horrid storms blow across these lands and bury you alive, then smother you. This was greated by bitter remarks by the others an' it would've been mutiny if we weren't such close friends.
Day five; FSS passed out from exhastion today when we stopped, and I envy them. At least they can rest.
Night six: Shadow is in a bad mood and claims she must be gettin' sick, I think she just wants an excuse to sleep longer.
Day six: what is there to say?
Night seven; If we don't come outta this place soon...
Day seven; Mozart lifted our spirits an' gave us hope. Brave said we ought to go back an' find another way, Silver said she was gonna die if this kept on, Shada agreed with Silver.
But Mozart saved us all from despair. I dunno if its true, but she told us the White Cat came to her in a dream (it was right afore we were gonna set out again at dusk) an' said he was with us an' he'd see us through. Mozart made us up a song, which we're too parched to sing but plays constantly in our mind.
Song is as follows:

Don't give up now,
Don't give in now,
This desert has an end,
An' we're commin nearer to it each day.
Don't give up
Don't give in,
'Cause we still got hope.

Hang on,
Keep on,
Stay with us a little longer,
Stay strong through the trials,
Be brave through it all,
Don't forget,
He is with us.

Don't give up now,
Don't give in now,
This desert has an end,
An' we're commin nearer to it each day.
Don't give up
Don't give in,
'Cause we still got hope.

Fire, Tansy, Pumpkin,
Creamy, Jako, Hope,
They all countin' on us.
We can't give up,
We gotta do it for them!
Staaaaay Stroooooong!

The White Cat is our savior,
From these desert sands,
He engulfs us in his love,
An' he will not let us fall.
He'll be strong for us,
When we can't be,
We can lean on him,
An' he'll see us through.

It ain't over yet,
So stay strong.

After that though Caspian had other things to think about.
 
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Chapter ten
Sandstorm​

Mozart wasn’t the only one who had begun to notice the changing of the desert winds. Claw seemed anxious to get out of the expanse; not because he feared attack from Mozart and co. but because he feared the elements; these were afterall his greatest enemy.
So he drove them on, allowing only a few hours sleep in the hottest part of the day. The rest of the time he drove them on always yelling,
“Faster! Faster! FASTER!”

Water was low, for both groups; the tracked and the trackers. The kits were all bone-weary but pressed on. Toto feared that they would have to re-cross this vast barren land again to get home, but said nothing of this.

Fire felt the sand sting her eyes. Her vision blurred, though she didn’t know why. Suddenly she shook herself and saw that the sand was… alive?
“No, No I’m imagining it.”
But as Fire watched she became ever more sure that the sand was moving like a living thing. It bit and snapped at the slaves and their drivers. It burrowed into their ears and noses, it covered them like a blanket.

If you’ve ever been caught in a snowstorm you’ll probably understand a little of what they felt. The wind swirled around them, howling in their ears and making odd shapes that looked almost human. They couldn’t see three feet in front of them and Fire was glad she and the other slaves were shackled together, at least they couldn’t lose one another. The only reason nobody got lost was because Claw kept yelling, “FASTER! FASTER!” over the noise of the sandstorm, for that is what it was; a great sandstorm that had been gathered from the very edges of the forsaken land and had grown up, warning them with its winds that it was coming to them. But they had not heeded its warning so they paid the consequences.


The LFF Catlition, Brave, Shaggy, Silver and Sanga too were caught in the grasp of the powerful, deadly storm. They had pulled their cloaks around their faces and over their ears to stop so much sand from getting in them. FSS were miserable and Shadow kept complaining.
“When is it gonna end? Make it stop Mozart! Why won’t it stop?!?”

Sanga spoke in the midst of the howling winds that screamed and whipped at them.
“We must find shelter! Else we will be buried alive… or worse!”
“But where?” cried Mozart.
“Nowhere! There is nowhere to hide from the great sandstorms! We will all die out here, far from home!” wailed Silver pitifully.
“Don’t give up hope! I’ve learned that if you lose that much you will face despair and it will do no good. Keep up hope, remember Mozart’s song; ‘This desert has an end,
An' we're commin nearer to it each day!’” Caspian sang out.

“Here, take this rope an’ tie it to yourself. I don’t wanna lose anybody else, specially in this storm!” Toto came to each of them and had them tie a long rope to their belts.
 
“Now what?” asked Dorthy.
“Hey! Look!” cried Smokey suddenly.
“What?!?” said several voices at once.
“Over der, the storm is not so bad, there’s a whitish light ore that way.”
Mozart stared then squeaked in an astonished voice, “Its Him!”
“Who?” the chorus of voices squeaked again.
“The White Cat! Can’t you see him?”
“I can only see the white light, Mo…” Sanga said in a disappointed voice.
“That’s because there is nothing there! No light, no White Cat, nothing! Just sand, sand and more sand!” Silver said crossly.
“No, Sil, there is something there. I can’t see any cat though, Mozart.” Shaggy said eagerly.
“I can’t see anything either.” Brave muttered.
“Can’t anyone but me see him?” asked Mozart in a despairing tone.
“I see him, Mozart!” Smokey went and stood by her.
“Silver is right, there is nobody there! Jus’ lotsa sand.” Growled Shadow angrily.
“But I see it too!” Dorthy stood by her sister and friend.
“I see something, but I dunno if it’s the White Cat or not.” Toto shook his head, “C’mon iffin we stand here much longer though we’ll be buried.” It was true, as they had been standing there the sand had moved up over their paws and was creeping up their legs. Quickly they trotted out of it.
“So whats for it?” asked Sanga, “Go forward to the White Cat (who may well be a mirage since we can’t all see him) or hold our own course?”

“Shall we take a vote?”
“Ok, all for the White Cat’s way raise your paws!”
Mozart, Dorthy, Smokey, Caspian and Shaggy’s paws shot up.

“All against?”
Toto, Silver, Brave, Shadow and Sanga’s paws went up.

All eyes turned on little Frodo.
“And what about you, Frod? You gotta vote or it’ll be a tie.” Mozart said softly.
“I don’t wanna go any furtherer.” Stated the kitten.
“If we follow the White Cat we won’t have to walk too much longer I’m sure.”
“Oh don’t lissen to her Frod! C’mon, she too hot, come wit us.” Squeaked Shadow.

Smokey went over and took her brother’s paws.
“I follow you everwhere even if it goes bad, I trust you alla time, trust me now, Frodo.” She said.
Frodo looked up at her, “I-I… I’m gonna trust you Smokes!” he said shakily, “Wets go!”

“Well, you commin?” Mozart said to the others.
“Alright Mozie, alright.” Toto walked over with her, leading the more reluctant others.
 
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