Hansel and Gretel It was a chilly evening the night we met her, as if the wind had predicted the coldness in the witch's heart and the intimidation in her brilliant, hypnotizing golden eyes. Of course, at the time, Hansel and I did not know of the beautiful woman's evil. We did not know our soon-to-come demises and our unhappy endings. It was the first snow of the winter season and as the sky grew dark, the air chilled. Hansel had forgotten to gather firewood, and he had to go out searching for some in the woods on this night. "Please." He has begged, "If I carry my sword and the lantern, I won't have any room for the wood. I need you to come. Please, Gr
Clawclan's Return-Chapter 5"Shut up shut up shut up shut up!" Rainstar spat quietly at Blaze, as the muscular ginger tomcat teased her and poked at her. Rainstar led her clan and their new members into the woods, searching for a new home."Wanna know how Iceheart and I spilt?""Shut up.""Well, we were chatting late at night.""Shut up.""We were watching the moon shine.""Shut up.""And she said she wanted to be my mate.""Shut up.""But I rejected her.""Shut up.""Because I wasn't ready.""Shut up.""And I mean, who mates with a cat after one sunrise, right?""Shut up.""And she got kind of angry.""Shut up.""And then she got all suspicious.""Shu
Clawclan's Return-Chapter 4Rainstar led her small party of clan cats down the side-path in the Twoleg place. Bouncefoot let out a long sigh. "It reeks of Thunderpath here. And there are hundreds of Twolegs." Tigerstorm let out a mrrow of amusement. "That she-cat gets fatter and crankier each day." He whispered to Nettlesong. "Those kits must be getting to her head." Nettlesong purred, but teased back, "Hey, I might be like that when I am a queen with our kits." Rainstar smiled, glad her clanmates' wounds had healed. Tigerstorm had retrieved his humor and Nettlesong seemed happier with him than she had ever been before. Sparrowwing started smiling again, and Swiftkit di
Clawclan's Return-Chapter 3"There are too many bodies to bury. By the time they're all buried, SerpentClan will strike again." Tigerstorm said, the thick-furred tabby tom gazed over the bodies with a horrified face. Rainheart flicked her ears, acknowledged the tomcat's observation. "What are we going to do with them all, then?" Sweetstorm said as she stood over the body of her limp mate. Her voice was higher, as if her neck had been tightened. Rainheart could smell tear-scent on her. Rainheart sighed. Drizzle fell from the blackened clouds. The thunderstorm from the previous night had stopped the fires, but it didn't stop ClawClan's territory from being charred and i
Clawclan's Return-Chapter 2When Rainpaw and Faithblaze returned to camp, Rainpaw's ears picked a sudden mewled noise as it came from the nursery. She dropped her kill at the fresh kill pile and trotted over to the nursery, the fat mouse she had caught hanged limp in her jaws. Rainpaw flicked away the overhanging bracken with her tail. The scene was delicate and beautiful: Crowheart and Dovestorm, side-by-side, watched their newly born kittens suckle. Raspberryheart was cleaned away herb scraps with her paws when she saw Rainpaw come in. She smiled. "Rainpaw, hi. Dovestorm's kits were just born, do be careful around them. And if you don't mind, Dovestorm had a really ro
Clawclan's Return-Chapter 1 Rainkit stood alone in a burnt cleared as an enormous fire trapped her. She let out a cry of fear, hoped a senior warrior would hear, but no one came. Suddenly, the flames parted and a broad–shouldered, amber-eyed she-cat with short black fur climbed into the cleared. Rainkit recognized her as Featherheart, the SerpentClan deputy. She viewed the cleared for a moment, then her gaze landed on Rainkit. Rainkit arched herself, prepared to attack. She growled and arched her back till it hurt. Featherheart just gave out a blood-curled screech that seemed to be a laugh. Rainkit cried and shed a single tear, wondered what lie ahead. Feather
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