The Tale of Mozart the Meerkitten

[Mozart the Meerkitten]

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.”

 

[Zella]

Sounds interesting.

 

[Fantasma]

I finally finished reading your story! Its awesome. I'm on to read the next one now!

 

[Mozart the Meerkitten]

*resurects thread*

I really need to edit this the first part is rather embarassing lol.....

Hmm, I should post the history of Reandalawo in all my story threads!

 

[Queen Abbie the Brave]

This is excellent! Very creative.

 

[Mozart the Meerkitten]

This is excellent! Very creative.

thanks.

 

[Mozart the Meerkitten]

The History of Reandalawo:​

A very long time ago when the world was young there was a cat called Keto. Keto was rather ambitious and a bit strange but he was a good cat. He had gray fur and a crooked tail. His eyes were green and very sharp.

Back in those days there were only small villages and no fortresses or cities or towns. Paths were popular but roads were few and rough if you found one. The woods were larger then and covered the whole land up till the very edge of the Great Desert.

Keto though wanted to build a castle or a fortress that his people could flee to in times of trouble when enemies came. The elders laughed at him though and his parents were ashamed of him. But when Keto was about two years old he took with him a band of loyal followers- about one hundred strong- to help him build his castle fortress. These were creatures from his village and the nearby ones who shared his ideas and thoughts.

Keto was a very smart cat; he chose an uprise in the land- not quite a hill and yet not something level with the rest of the land- for his creation. The land he chose was covered in trees as all the rest of the land was so the first thing was to fell them. It was a hard task and Keto shared the work as well as anyone else. Finally though after about three weeks the task was done.
The next thing to do was to fine a quarry of some kind to build the walls with, for Keto would not settle for trees as he knew that if fire came then the fortress would burn. So he sent scouts everywhere to try and find a place that would suit his need.

Finally a place was found. The rock they mined there was thick and strong. Indeed, at first they bent their tools trying to bring it out. So Keto had large rocks brought from the forest and used them to break the great rocks of the quarry until they gave way and bent and broke however he wanted. Keto broke the rock into two sections then put great slabs of wood in-between them. Then he layered the rock by its strength, putting the strongest both on the inside closest to the wood and on the outside farthest from it. He cemented it together with a substance that has no name or recipe though many have hunted for it. But Keto came up with it himself and it makes the walls of Reandalawo stronger than any other.

It took five years to complete the great walls. By then Keto was no longer young by many standards of all the creatures in this world, but he still had the vigor of his youth as he insisted to many of his helpers (that had been reduced to about fifty, for the excruciating work they had had to do under the hot sun and old age had taken many lives.) since his work was not yet done neither was he!

There was one other thing that had been made over the years from the wood of the great trees they had felled. It was the great Gate of Reandalawo. That Gate is unmeasured and unbeaten in width, strength or endurance. It is as thick and as tall as the walls and has withstood many a battering ram that would’ve shattered a lesser gate but does not even splinter this one.

As well as the main Gate there were made two other smaller gates. One on the North wall, and one on the West wall. These were to be used if there were ever times of trouble and the creatures inside had a need to escape- for Keto knew that nothing was indestructible.

Then after the completion of the walls and the gates more trees were felled to make a ring around the fortress and Keto used these trees to make the Main Building, which stands in the very center of Reandalawo and is used for many a thing (such as housing and medical needs as well as cooking). Then Keto got some of his friends (beavers is my belief of what they were) to re-route the river so as it flowed through two specially designed iron- rock gates that rise a mere few inches above the ground to let the water pass. This was so that if there was ever a drought his people would be well provided for.

That all took two years. Keto was now nine years old. He took his followers (few of the original ones remained now) and went back to his home village. Then he requested that the elders and any villagers who wished to would come and see his castle. By that time Keto had a tiny set of twins (his wife was too old when she had had them though and died shortly after their birth) and when Keto’s village reached the castle the she-kit asked;
‘Papa, what will you name it?’
‘Name what, sweetie?’ asked Keto.
‘Why the castle-fortress! It must have a name!’
‘What do you think would be a good name?’
The she-kit thought a moment then replied with a completely random word (as kits often do),
‘Reandalawo!’

So was made the fortress of Reandalawo. Keto ruled it for three years before his daughter took over at her third birthday, which was also the day that her father died and her brother went and left for his own adventures. But that is another story.

 

[Zella]

That's interesting. I like it.

 

[Trisscar]

Hey Mewsie, finally got the time to read ur book, and I read it all in one evening!
it was really good, I'm working on FireKitten now. U really need to publish these, I can see them getting really popular!

 

[Mozart the Meerkitten]

Edited book version

Well I've finally taken to editing my book(s) and I've been adding about as much as I take out. So I was wondering if you all (my faithful, friendly readers) would perhaps do me the honor of reading my edited book and telling me what you think? My one request is this: I don't mind if you say you dislike something in my stories but please DO NOT NIT-PICK. It gives me such a let-down and writers block that I can't write for months afterward (school doesn't help either). Other than that TELL ME IF YOU THINK SOMETHING CAN BE BETTER AND/OR SHOULD BE CHANGED COMPLETELY AND/OR PARTIALLY. Thank you.

The Tale of Mozart the Meerkitten (edited version)​

Prologue

A young she-cat shivered as she trekked back to her den. She walked slowly in, careful not to disturb her day-old kittens.
A tom cat watched her from the corner as she sniffed a mouse he had brought, she gulped it down eagerly, not looking up until she had finished.
“What will you do with them?” asked the tom cat.
“Who? The kittens? I’ll find someone to take care of them.”
“They are very little you know, you shouldn’t do this.”
“I must.” Was the she-cat’s blank reply, she had to, but didn’t want to.
The tom shook his head, “You saw them, none can escape their grasp, the kittens will die without you… Please, Rita….”
“Jako I know you think it’s foolhardy that I might be able to get them out, but I can, I know I can. My one regret is that I’ll never see them become what I hope they’ll be.”
“And what is that?”
“Warriors. Warriors who can defeat Cogg and his army.”
“That is impossible! Rita, use your head, these little ones,” his tail swept over the kittens, “Are only babies, they won’t be warriors, they may not even live!” hissed Jako.
“Jako, I must get them away. Please help me.”

Jako sighed and reluctantly agreed. That night the two cats readied themselves. Jako stayed with the three remaining kits as Rita took the first.
He a golden haired beauty, whose fur shown in the sun.
“I shall name you, Toto, you are my firstborn. Be a leader.” She whispered to the little cat, who wasn’t even a week old, but seemed to hear his mother’s voice, as he let out a soft mew in acceptance.

When Rita came back she then took the next kitten.
This one was dark haired and beautiful, one who blends with the shadows.
“I name you Caspian, be a protector, a brave and kind boy who will not give up.” She whispered, and again the kit gave a small mew of acceptance.

Then the next kitten, a pale blond-golden haired girl who wriggled with anticipation.
“I name you Dorthy, be a strong girl, be frightened by nothing save the greatest evils. Be defiant and stubborn like your mother.” This time the kit mewled loudly, Rita stopped a moment, then continued quickly.

Then the last kit, this one was the very tiniest kitten of all of them. She had dark hair and Rita carried her lightly and sang to her,
“Little one, little one, be greatest of all,
Let none bother you because you are small,
Be kind and sweet,
Though small and petite,
A tiny kitten,
The toughest,
Most defiant,
May the Lord King be with you,
Ever, always.
Mozart the Meerkitten,
My baby.”

 

[SeaStar]

The re-write is clearer than the original prologue, now that I went back and compared the two. Keep up the good work, Mozart!

 

[Zella]

It is clearer. There were a few places where you might want to use a semi-colon instead of a comma, but aside from that it looks good!

 

[Mozart the Meerkitten]

Thanks you two! I'm glad its clearer than it was before; thats what I was going for. And I've written Catlition now so I can edit Mozart and Fire Kitten so that they fit those events too.
In the first chapter you will also notice the age of the four main kittens has been changed. Actually (though it isn't mentioned, to my knowledge) Frodo, Shadow and Smokey's age is also upped because of Mozart and co's.

While I'm at it I'll just post all the kittens (and some of the cats) ages (edited):

Mozart, Dorthy, Toto, Caspian: Four months.
Frodo, Shadow, Smokey: Two and a half months.
Flower and Midnight: Six months.
Sanga: Ten months.
Ribbony, Creamy, Explorer and Dora: Six years.
Missy: Nine years.
Rita, Jako and Tori: Four years.


^ I'm not posting some of their ages (Clancy, Brightheart, Misty and Jak are a few) because it would create various inconsistancies for me to even guess how old to make them so that their ages would fit all three books.

Now back to the book:

Chapter One
Whispers​

Myrrh watched as her kits played happily on their riverbank. The four littlest ones were acting the most carefree and cheerful of them all.
How long had it been, since she had taken the youngsters into her abode? It seemed like years but the kittens were only just that day turning four months old.

The tinniest one, Mozart, tumbled to Myrrh’s feet.
“Hey who did that?” squeaked the little kitten
“Haha! Gottcha Moz!” cried a larger golden-haired kitten as he walked out from the bushes.

Another of the kittens, a little dark haired boy called out, “Toto! Why’re you messin’ with Mozart? You’d better have a good reason or I’ll….”
“You’ll do what? Adoriblize me? Oh I’m sooo scared, my baby brother is coming to get me, ooh. Ow! Hey watch it!”
The two kittens fell tussling in the grass with Mozart and her sister Dorthy laughing uncontrollably nearby.

Myrrh sighed, wishing to be free of the burden she had and to be as carefree as those kittens in her care.

****​

Myrrh went inside to think. It had been only three months and a half today since she had agreed to take care of the kittens.
The arrangement itself had been altogether odd. The old cat had been wandering alone one day when she was confronted by a young tom no older than her eldest son. He had asked her to come with him and she had, for often the younger creatures in the woods asked for her wisdom of things. He led her to a hollow protectively surrounded by trees and ferns. It was very lush and beautiful. A young she cat Myrrh thought she recongnized had been there with four tiny kits.

The she cat had asked what the old cat’s name was. The old cat had replied her name was Myrrh.
“No, no, you must have another name.” insisted the young she cat.
Myrrh had sighed and said,
“The only other name I was ever called was Mama Cat.”

“Good.” Said the she cat smiling, “Mama Cat I release these four kittens into your care. Watch over them as if they were your own.”
Myrrh had been stunned, but stayed calm.
“Young cat, I am very old, my kittens are growing or grown… How can I take care of these little ones even as my strength begins to fail?”
“Mama Cat, you must help us. Our home is in grave danger; these little ones may be able to save it! Watch over them I beg you. Tell them nothing of their quest until you judge they are ready. Please, please keep them in your care!” cried the young cat in despair.

“Alright, alright, I will take care of them. They will be my own.”
The she cat’s voice quivered, “Just care for them and watch over them and love them. Their names they will tell you in time. Now we must go.” And with that, Myrrh had been left alone with the four kittens.

Now Myrrh wondered again; Are they ready? Should I tell them their quest? What now shall I do?
Then Myrrh heard a voice say, ‘They have always been ready, never doubt it, wait no longer.’ Then the voice faded and Myrrh thought,
‘Who knew whispers would change my life forever?’

 

[Zella]

You might want to expand a little when Rita tells Myrrh not to tell the kittens about their quest until they're ready. How does Myrrh know about the quest in the first place?

‘Who knew whispers would change my life forever?’

Ooh, I like that.

 

[Mozart the Meerkitten]

You might want to expand a little when Rita tells Myrrh not to tell the kittens about their quest until they're ready. How does Myrrh know about the quest in the first place?

That never occured to me, strangely.

 

[Mozart the Meerkitten]

This is a converstation I came up with between Ribbony and Mozart to answer some of my own questions I've been asking myself about my life right now... I thought I'd post it :


“But why? Why would the White Cat let this happen?!?”
“I don’t know, Mozart, but he has so we must trust that he has a plan and he knows what he’s doing even if we don’t.” Ribbony said softly but confidently.
“But its so horrible!” squeaked Mozart, “So much death… Even Flower died!” tears came unbidden to Mozart’s eyes as she spoke, “Why would he let her die? Sweet Flower… She was my big sister! Why would he let her die?!?” she glared at Ribbony, daring him to answer.
Ribbony sighed, “I asked much the same questions when Explorer died.”
Mozart gasped, “Explorer… died?”
Ribbony nodded.
“But, but, he’s alive now!” protested Mozart, surprise eminent in her voice.
“Yes, but once he did something extremely foolhardy and died. He took on Cogg the Wolfking in battle and was mortally wounded- but he won the battle that day, he did. He died not long after. I was so angry at Kit- the White Cat that is- because he came to Reandalawo only a little while after Explorer died. I knew he could have saved him, it was just something I knew Kit could do. I became furious at Kit and yelled at him for letting it happen. Kit didn’t do anything at first, then he went to Explorer’s grave and called for Explorer to come back. I thought he was crazy- Afterall Explorer was dead- but after the third time something amazing happened (I guess you’d call it a miracle) Explorer woke up! He came alive again! I couldn’t believe it. Kit knew it though, Kit had had a plan then to save my brother and he has a plan now to save us little Mozart! Oh you bet he does!”
“D’ya think he’ll bring Flower back too?” Mozart asked hopefully.
“Maybe, it ain’t impossible, but I don’t know Mozart. That’s just it: we don’t know what the White Cat’s plan is for us; his plan for Flower was to have her die savin’ those kits, but whether that was the last thing he wanted her to do I dunno. He isn’t a servant to come and go at our beck an’ call- he’s our leader and a leader gives orders, and its our job to follow those orders and our leader to the death if need be. Don’t you worry though, Mozart, you’ll see your sister again someday, just like I’ll see my mama again someday.” Ribbony’s eyes clouded, “Someday.”

Mozart looked up at Ribbony, “How do you know so much about the White Cat?” she asked, wiping a tear from her eye.
“Much? Ha! I know almost nothing about dear Kit! He felt like another of my brothers though after all the adventures we’ve been through. He was a fun cheerful one when he wanted to be, and a strict tough creature if he had to be. He was mysterious as he was open; hard as he was gentle; furious as he was kind; disturbing as he was approachable. I don’t know. Dear Kit- things were so much easier when he was here. Still, he’s always with us y’know, if we trust him.”
“You mean… you knew the White Cat?” asked Mozart, gaping.
“What? Haven’t you ever heard Dora’s stories? Or were you busy that day? Of course I knew Kit! I’ll never forget the first time I met him; he was playing alone with a ball and knocked it over my way, so I batted it back and before you knew it we were fast friends.
“So to answer your original question Mozart, I don’t know why he’s letting this happen. Maybe he wants to test us…”
“Well its only pushing me away from him if it is.” Muttered Mozart.
“Or he might want us to grow through this, to learn from it…”
“Learn what? That you have to die if you want to help others? That that’s what you get from love?”

Ribbony stared at her, “Really Mozart I thought you knew better than that: death is not the end, it is only the beginning of something far greater than anything we can imagine here. Flower is no doubt happier where she is now than she ever was here, except that she misses her bouncy little sister.”
“I still wish I knew why the White Cat is letting this happen.” Said Mozart, sadly.
“So do I little one, so do I. Just remember that even though we don’t know why this is happening He does, and He knows exactly how to work it out and fix everything. Just trust him, Mozart, trust him through everything you go through and He will reward you for it at the end of your race.”

Mozart looked up at Ribbony with her big blue eyes.
“I will, Ribbony, and I will look forward as I run towards the prize that lies ahead of me- at the end of all things. Then I will see my sister again, even if I have to fight through all Hell to get there.”

Ribbony smiled down at her.
“I know you will.”

 

[MissReepicheep]

Awww, that is so sweet! Good job, Mewsie.

 

[Zella]

It is sweet. Ribbony's very wise.

 

[HighQueenKaty]

At once the kittens became sober.

Wouldn't it be somber? Sober means not drunk, I think...

 

[Mozart the Meerkitten]

Wouldn't it be somber? Sober means not drunk, I think...

They're synonymes(sp?) so they mean pretty much the same thing. Sober is in essence the same thing as somber, sober is just usually used to say that someone isn't drunk... They both mean serious though.
Maybe I should learn to write in Latin, since its the one language that never has the meanings of the words in it changed....except, then no one could ever understand my books...

Did you get very far into the book HQK? When you finish don't forget to write me a review. hehe....