ALWAYS CHANGING

Sorry, but I'm ALWAYS changing stories! My stories almost NEVER END. But rarely, I manage to finish a story- I once did, but than mommy asked so many questions about it that I got frustrated! I wanted my story AS IT WAS- but mommy typed questions in the end! I felt like it was ALL WRONG, so I deleted every word of it. The OTHER story I finished I copied from a website. I just tweaked it a bit. Hope I can blog again soon! Bye!

Knights, The Beginning

It was night, and everyone was asleep, Yeow! Squealed a small cub from the inside of the circle of tall bramble bushes. There was a small entrance in the brambles, but the cubs would stay by their mothers until they were old enough to live on their own. The cub, Hustlecub, crawled toward the entrance. He crawled out of the Cubber and into the camp. By the time his mother noticed him, it was to late. Before she could blink, an owl swooped down and carried of the cub, which yowled in pain. The owl took no notice. It flew away into the darkness of the night.

A sleek bright orange fox, Featherpelt, pushed through the hanging vines that served as a door to his den. He lay on a bed of moss, thinking. Suddenly, a vision of the owl that had carried Hustlecub away flashed in his mind. It had light brown feathers trimmed with black, and eyes as big as stones. Featherpelt paced in front of his mossy bed as he thought. Hustlecub was my cub. Why should I let some rusty own carry him away?! He thought frantically. The owl had carried him off last night. The whole pack was furious!

“Let all foxes old enough to catch their own prey join here at the bottom of the Great Rock!” Featherpelt called. He saw his mate, Rosestone, join the crowd at the bottom of the rock. “As you know, Rosestone’s cub got carried away last night by a rusty old owl!” He yelled. “Well, that owl will be taught a lesson! Five patrols will leave at sun-down to track down this owl and bring him home for supper!” A cheer rose from all foxes. He nodded toward five knights lined up near the Great Rock. “These knights will lead the patrols! Weatherstripe, Goldenlichen, Frostpaw, Owlpin, and Featherstalk!” Featherpelt leaped down from the Great Rock and bounded into the Cubber. Rosestone followed him.

Once inside, the Nurser began to lick moisture from moss that had been left in the middle of the surrounded clearing. She pressed her muzzle down on the moss to squeeze out another mouthful. “Hustlecub was newborn! How dare that owl take him away!” Featherpelt raged. “Calm down, Featherpelt. I’m sure the owl is nursing him just fine.” Rosestone said calmly, not sure if she knew what she was saying. “What!? An owl, nursing our cub?! I want that owl for stew! I’ll cook it over boiling water! I will ever kill it myself, if I had to!” Featherpelt could work up some temper, there! “Careful, Featherpelt, you’re talking to loud.” Rosestone stood up and left the Cubber right then and there.

Featherpelt was furious with the owl! He leaped up on the Great Rock again and bellowed. “The patrols must leave NOW!” 25 foxes appeared and crawled through the prickly gorse tunnel to escape the camp and hunt down an owl. “Dustclaw and Brindlefit will guard the camp! Gorsepaw, you lead the pack! I have to rescue Rosestone’s cub!” Featherpelt leaped down and followed the patrols. “Sandcraze and Willowslide will come with me!” He called over his shoulder. A pale orange fox and a black and orange fox leaped out and clambered through the prickly gorse tunnel, following their leader.

Once in the forest, Featherpelt leaped and bounded and ran towards the Big Owl Tree, where nearly all the owls roosted for the day. Featherpelt leaped from one branch to another. He was a skilled leader, because as an apprentice- young Featherfur had taught himself to climb by leaping up difficultly placed steep and narrow high stones which stood in the shape of a difficult tree.

to be continued...