t o o m u c h l o v e
c o n t e s t e n t r y f o r v e e
I am starting over. This is horrible.
Prologue[]
The cold air greets me as I walk outside...
I don't care about the world anymore, I wish he was at my side...
I walk outside of the room, the place where I had stayed for the last week. I came to the mountain cats after the encounter of him.
He was a beautiful dark gray tabby with his eyes of a piercing amber, looking like he knows everything in me.
But he is in love with that ginger she cat. I know it.
The mountain cats thought that I was the "silver cat" that they had a prophecy about. I am not interested in prophecies and omens; I just want a place to rest.
Before my dream, I despised that she cat. Her name was Brook where the small fish swim or Brook. She likes everything and is the subject of the dream. My dream. Now I hate her.
But I am so mousebrained. Why do I hate a cat, a cat that I barely know? That dream might not come true.
There was this lean smokey gray tom with those pale amber eyes. He resemble him so much. He resemble Stormfur so much.
I forbidden myself to think of Stormfur but so many things had happen. The smokey gray tom, his name was Crag I think, say "Come on. You need to go back towards the other side of the mountains."
I nod even though I have no idea where I am supposed to go. "The way past the mountains. The opposite way I had come from."
Crag says, "Be careful of Sharptooth. He is merciless. I will go with you has that peak over there."
The peak was somewhat close. And Crag's warning was in the back of my mind.
I reply, "Fine. Good luck with your Sharptooth problem. The silver cat must be close."
I don't tell Crag about my dream. I know the silver cat. I know who she is. Maybe I am like the Stoneteller. I have dreams like him. But this was my first.
"Come on, let's go before the sun is up," Crag says after a long pause.
I nod hesitantly. It was like the choices I made before. I can stay home or go with Stormfur.
And I chose Stormfur.
Now I must choose where I must go.
"Yeah," I reply, indifferently.
Most likely, Crag probably didn't know that i was fighting against grief. The dream that a starry cat gave me...
I started to run after him, my feet avoiding the small pebbles. It was the first run of the second leg of my adventure.
Chapter One[]
For the fifth time of the day, I stare at my reflection, looking at a creamy colored fur of mine with the startling wild blue eyes I had. I jerk back from the puddle of water.
My eyes are wild. My fur is unkempt. Ravenpaw and Barley would make a comment about that back home.
My eyes skimmed past the black and white weird creatures, past the barns, past the meadows. In the distance, I see a jagged peak of a mountain. I only see that now.
It has been days since I left the mountains. I had been traveling around the creatures and cursing at them because of their undignified "Mooing".
I don't know what to do with my life now.
But they say I have to continue to the place of a lake.
My feet trudge in the wet meadow, and disappointedly see meadows all around me. And those creatures, I see thousands of them. The Nofurs sure love them.
The meadow was slimy under my feet, more like a swamp than a meadow.
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