The Tale of Mozart the Meerkitten

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Shawnti smiled evily as she received the report of the battle.
“None killed on our side, and we were rewarded by screams of terror from the other side of the wall.”
“Ha! So they are nought but untrained kits, eh? Well, why are you no still firing?!?”
“They called a re-treat y’see, so we ‘ad to stop shootin at em.” was the reply.
“As soon as there is any sign of them being back, fire. We want them sieged, but not all of them killed.”
“Yes ma’m!”
****
In the waning light of evening, a cat crept out of a tunnel just beyond the wall in the woods. He slipped through the trees like a silent shadow. It was if he was not even there.
After all, his name was Midnight.
The young cat was in his element; dark forest, fading daylight… the perfect time to be a black spy. In no time at all he had reached Shawnti’s camp. His keen green eyes darted about, watching every movement, no matter how small. Creeping forward, he reached Shawnti’s tent, where- as was expected- she was having counsel with her generals.

“You must tell the other groups stationed about the fortress that we will attack in early morn again… but this time use the ladders. We must take the fortress, then send word for Cogg that his prisoners are ready… understood?”
Grinning happily at each other like mischievous kits, they answered
“Yes ma’m!”

Midnight slipped back into the night, as if he had never been.
 
“I got the information.” Said Midnight as he slipped into the main hall of Reandalawo.
“So, what are they planning?”
Midnight relayed the information he had gotten to Mozart and the rest of the LFF Catlition.
“So they like sneak attacks? We’re good at those, right kits?” said Mozart as loudly as she dared.
“Right!” came the muffled replies.
****
Sentries patrolled the four walls of Reandalawo. The LFF Catlition took the west wall, because they thought that an attack with ladders, and therefore an inside attack, would be most likely to come from the rear.

Twang! Thwump! Stones and arrows were fired into the air.
The battle had begun.
 
Mozart’s prediction came true. For awhile nothing happened on the west wall, though fighting could be heard from the other three. Frodo was getting impatient and just about to ask why they hadn’t gone to help the others when,
Clack! Thump!
A grappling hook appeared over the wall and stuck into one of the cracks. The rope attached to it was taught, as the kittens watched a ladder come up. A number of evil nasty looking creatures began climbing upwards on it towards the kits.
Mozart restrained Caspian from cutting the rope.
“Not yet, we want to damage their numbers and preferably without being seen.”
They waited till the creatures were almost to the top of the wall, then
Snap!
The ladder fell, with the terrified screams from the creatures on it echoing into the night.
Shawnti grabbed a rat and hissed, “What happened?!?”
“R-rope musta b-broke.” stuttered the frightened creature.
“Then test them better next time!” yowled the she-cat wrathfully.
 
For awhile it went like that. On the fourth unsuccessful try Shawnti knew that the ropes weren’t just breaking on their own. Someone was up there cutting the ropes!
‘Maybe they are better warriors than I thought….’ Her train of thought was lost as a small rock hit her paw.
“Owowowow!” Shawnti jumped around holding her paw in the air. If the soldiers hadn’t been fighting for their lives then they might have thought it comical to see their leader hopping around like a kit with a splinter in her paw. The LFF Catlition though, was laughing hysterically.

“Oh ow, ow my poor paw!” they laughed Dorthy imitating Shawnti.
“Good one Dorth!”
“How about, ‘They all hop in fear!’” squeaked Caspian.
“Nice Cas! Hahahahah!”
“Get them! Get them! Hit them with stones, arrows, your thick heads, anything!” howled Shawnti.
Frodo laughed and called down to Shawnti, “Thick heads! That’s a good ‘un! Hahaha!”

More ladders went up… along with a rain of stones and arrows.
“Duck ‘an cover!” cried Midnight.
Toto stood and deflected some of the missiles with his sword.
Dorthy and Flower alternated giving insults
“That the best you got, cat?”
“A newborn kit could shoot arrows better than you!”
“ And an old she cat could toss a stone more accurately than you lot!”
“Wanna taste o’ real shootin’?” cried Dorthy as she pulled back her bowstring.
Twang!
Dorthy grunted with pleasure as her arrow snapped one of the ropes.
“That’s real shootin’!” she laughed.

Mozart and Smokey meanwhile had crept down to the little gate in the corner of the north wall which they were closest to. Mozart lifted the latch and the two crept out.
 
Smokey and Mozart crept silently over to the enemy, like smoke and shadow. Mozart was not wearing her white cloak as to not give them away. Mozart put a paw to her lips to indicate quiet. When they were in postition though, it was a different story. Standing with their heads down by the north wall near the enemy archers.

"Ha! You call that a shot? A babe could shoot more accurately than you!"
"Thats a hit? Ha! Look, 'e got right back up an' kept shootin' back at'cha!"
"Bozos! Your arrow just hit that tree branch! You are so off! What, were you tryin' to hit that big gray cat? Hahaha! Not even close bucko!"
"Smack inta that big ole wall! Butter paws! My broter could hit that mark!"

One of the creatures shooting at the Reanlawoins noticed the two figures standing, heads down, off to the side, doing nothing. He was a big fox, the general of that part of the army, and he didn't take kindly to slackers. Sauntering over to the kits, he growled,
"Well why ain't ye shootin yerselves?"
Mozart replied, "Iffin we shot ourselves, t'wouldn't be good, I ain't suicidale ya know."
Blustered the fox drew himself up to his full height, so that he towered over the kittens, and said,
"Then go shoot them on the walls!"
Mozart smirked as an idea formed in her mind.
"As y'say, sir."
 
Sanga watched from the treetops of the forest. He kept out of arrow range, but was close enough to see the goings on. He chuckled at the antics of little Mozart and Smokey, knowing if he could he would do much the same.

The young tom-cat jumped down from his perch and landed without a sound. He knew Cogg's tricks, he had watched the wolf since he was a tiny kit.

When Sanga was a babe, Cogg captured his parents, but cared not for helpless kits who could do no work. So the kitten had been left for dead. But Sanga was a survivor, and he had lived. Now he knew the forest like the back of his paw. He could materialize anywhere one moment and be gone like fog on a sunny day the next.
 
Yep, Sanga was added by my mom's request. He was her baby, but we had to give him up. So hes in the story now.:D

Sanga knew all of Cogg’s tricks. When he was a few months old, he started watching the wolf, learning from him, learning about him. And he knew that Cogg had an army much larger than this. This was his siege army, when Reandalawo was weak though, the wolf king would release a force known to those of elder days as The Army of Doom.

But Sanga liked Reandalawo. He had always wanted to live there, but was too afraid that he wouldn’t be liked to go and say hello. Yet the tom-cat, still an adolescent, felt a kind of kinship with the place and its inhabitants. In short, Sanga wasn’t going to let Reandalawo fall as Meandrao had fallen.

‘This time good is gonna win the battle.’ He thought with determination, ‘That little cat, where is she from? Saw one like her once… had the same face… a few months ago when I was roving the northwest-lands. Her mother was named… Come on Sanga think! Mirh? No Myrah, no Myrrh! Yeah, Myrrh! Now here’s what I do….’ The young cat smiled as a catious plan formed in his mind. Silently the spotted brown young tom vanished into the forest, as if he had never been.
 
Chapter 19
‘For Reandalawo!’​

Dorthy jumped back, her honed instincts telling her something was up. A second later, not a whisker from her paw was an arrow. A white something was attached to it. Thinking it may be a parely from the enemy, Dorthy plucked it from the arrow and unrolled it. It read:
This is gonna sound really odd, but let the bd gyes get up to he wall. Jus trust us on this. Oh an Dorthy, Shadw, and Floer come down wit us.
Mo and Smoke
Dorthy could not identify some of the letters, for it was crudely written on Mozart’s little white scarf. Dorthy got the gist of the message though, and called Shadow and Flower over to her.
“Take your bows, we’re heading down to help with Mozart’s plan.”
“Whats going on?” asked Toto quizzically.
“Here.” Dorthy shoved the scarf into Toto’s paws and clambered down from the wall, Shadow and Flower following her.
 
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