Post by miss apple on May 10, 2009 18:24:47 GMT -5
The misadventures of Silverfang, a character by Kristen, will be posted here. Feel free to ask questions, and give comments, constructive critique, and suggestions!
It had originally been a normal day in LakeClan, and Silverfang had been happily hunting with his friends.
Maybe I shouldn’t have tripped and fallen into that lake.
It had originally been a normal day for all the Clans.
Suddenly, I feel as if I’m hallucinating.
It had originally been a normal day, until Silverfang had tripped on a short, tree stump and tumbled into a deep lake. He should have drowned, but he didn’t. Silverfang kept on falling down, down, down…
Why exactly do I feel as if I don’t have to breathe?
It had originally been normal thoughts that had entered Silverfang’s brain, but now he thought he could see another Clan.
For StarClan’s sake, have I died?
“Yo-yo-yo, wake up, dawg.”
Silverfang looked up. A black tom was looming over him, with yellow eyes and huge muscles. Silverfang got up, but banged his face on the tom’s nose, and fell back.
“ZIPPERTALK! STOP MESSIN’ AROUND WITH MY PATIENT! I JUST HAD A DREAM THAT I WAS ON A CLOUD!”
“Yo, dime, stop yellin’ to me.”
Zippertalk, the black tom, stepped away from Silverfang as a white she-cat with blue-gray patches burst into the den. She anxiously started licking Silverfang’s cheeks, then his chest.
“Um…excuse me, but who are you, and why are you licking my chest fur?” Silverfang asked anxiously. “Is this a dream!”
“AAAACK! DREAMS!” the she-cat exclaimed, moving away from Silverfang’s ruffled stomach. (She had been licking all over him.) “I don’t understand. If my mom didn’t name me Dreamcloud, then who did…?”
“Your daddy-o,” Zippertalk meowed.
“Stop calling Drizzlerain my daddy-o, and stop calling me a dime,” Dreamcloud hissed, turning around to glare at Zippertalk. “Hi. I’m Dreamcloud.”
“What’s a dime?” Silverfang murmured, getting up and sitting down next to Dreamcloud.
“A dime is a dime, a pretty, young girl,” Zippertalk meowed coolly. “R-drizzle is my dime’s daddy-o.”
“What…the…?!”
Silverfang was totally baffled by the odd movements of these two cats. Quite suddenly, however, a cat with silvery, ebony markings around his eyes and black-tufted ears approached Zipperfang, and then pulled out a fan. He whacked Zipperfang upside the head with it, and Zipperfang stumbled out of the room, quite dazed.
“Who the mouse are you?” Silverfang yawned.
“THAT’S MEGANESTAR, OUR LEADER. HE’S FROM JAPAN,” Dreamcloud yelled at Silverfang rather angrily. “HOW COULD YOU NOT HAVE KNOOOOOWN?!?”
She stormed out of the den.
“Megane no oku ni kinari,” Meganestar purred, grinning.
“What…the…get away from me, Meh-gahn-eh-star…”
“So, apparently, Zippertalk talks in rap slang, Meganestar is armed with a fan and can only speak in Japanese, and you’re…uhm…the medicine cat?”
Silverfang and Dreamcloud sat in the medicine cat’s den of this new camp.
“YEAH. PRETTY MUCH,” yowled Dreamcloud.
“Why do you have to talk so loud? Anyway…what’s this Clan called?” Silverfang asked nervously, shying away from Dreamcloud.
“BROKENCLAN. WHY DO YOU ASK?”
“That’s no name for a Clan! Why don’t you call it something like LakeClan?”
“I CANNOT HEAR YOU. WHAT DID YOU SAY?”
Silverfang fainted, and Dreamcloud angrily grabbed him by his paw and dragged him over to the corner of her den. A few surgery tools were in that corner of the den, and Dreamcloud grinned evilly as she approached…
It had originally been a normal day in LakeClan, and Silverfang had been happily hunting with his friends.
Maybe I shouldn’t have tripped and fallen into that lake.
It had originally been a normal day for all the Clans.
Suddenly, I feel as if I’m hallucinating.
It had originally been a normal day, until Silverfang had tripped on a short, tree stump and tumbled into a deep lake. He should have drowned, but he didn’t. Silverfang kept on falling down, down, down…
Why exactly do I feel as if I don’t have to breathe?
It had originally been normal thoughts that had entered Silverfang’s brain, but now he thought he could see another Clan.
For StarClan’s sake, have I died?
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“Yo-yo-yo, wake up, dawg.”
Silverfang looked up. A black tom was looming over him, with yellow eyes and huge muscles. Silverfang got up, but banged his face on the tom’s nose, and fell back.
“ZIPPERTALK! STOP MESSIN’ AROUND WITH MY PATIENT! I JUST HAD A DREAM THAT I WAS ON A CLOUD!”
“Yo, dime, stop yellin’ to me.”
Zippertalk, the black tom, stepped away from Silverfang as a white she-cat with blue-gray patches burst into the den. She anxiously started licking Silverfang’s cheeks, then his chest.
“Um…excuse me, but who are you, and why are you licking my chest fur?” Silverfang asked anxiously. “Is this a dream!”
“AAAACK! DREAMS!” the she-cat exclaimed, moving away from Silverfang’s ruffled stomach. (She had been licking all over him.) “I don’t understand. If my mom didn’t name me Dreamcloud, then who did…?”
“Your daddy-o,” Zippertalk meowed.
“Stop calling Drizzlerain my daddy-o, and stop calling me a dime,” Dreamcloud hissed, turning around to glare at Zippertalk. “Hi. I’m Dreamcloud.”
“What’s a dime?” Silverfang murmured, getting up and sitting down next to Dreamcloud.
“A dime is a dime, a pretty, young girl,” Zippertalk meowed coolly. “R-drizzle is my dime’s daddy-o.”
“What…the…?!”
Silverfang was totally baffled by the odd movements of these two cats. Quite suddenly, however, a cat with silvery, ebony markings around his eyes and black-tufted ears approached Zipperfang, and then pulled out a fan. He whacked Zipperfang upside the head with it, and Zipperfang stumbled out of the room, quite dazed.
“Who the mouse are you?” Silverfang yawned.
“THAT’S MEGANESTAR, OUR LEADER. HE’S FROM JAPAN,” Dreamcloud yelled at Silverfang rather angrily. “HOW COULD YOU NOT HAVE KNOOOOOWN?!?”
She stormed out of the den.
“Megane no oku ni kinari,” Meganestar purred, grinning.
“What…the…get away from me, Meh-gahn-eh-star…”
---
“So, apparently, Zippertalk talks in rap slang, Meganestar is armed with a fan and can only speak in Japanese, and you’re…uhm…the medicine cat?”
Silverfang and Dreamcloud sat in the medicine cat’s den of this new camp.
“YEAH. PRETTY MUCH,” yowled Dreamcloud.
“Why do you have to talk so loud? Anyway…what’s this Clan called?” Silverfang asked nervously, shying away from Dreamcloud.
“BROKENCLAN. WHY DO YOU ASK?”
“That’s no name for a Clan! Why don’t you call it something like LakeClan?”
“I CANNOT HEAR YOU. WHAT DID YOU SAY?”
Silverfang fainted, and Dreamcloud angrily grabbed him by his paw and dragged him over to the corner of her den. A few surgery tools were in that corner of the den, and Dreamcloud grinned evilly as she approached…