Short Stories of Love

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Intro
Three kits tumbled into the elder's den. The smallest tripped over ehr own paws and rolled over and over, finally coming to a stop at a dark gray elder's feet. "Hello, Riverkit." the dark gray tom smiled.

The other two kits, one snowy she-cat and one light brown tom with white paws, raced after their sister to the elder's side. "Tell us a story, Stormcloud!" the white she-cat begged.

"Okay, come here you three." the dark gray tom turned and flopped into his nest.

Riverkit, the first kit, was gazing around at the almost empty den around her. "Where are the others?" she asked.

Stormcloud flicked his ears to the entrance of the den, "Duckfeather went to visit Lightbreeze in the Medicine den and Hailstorm and Goldwing went for a walk."

The brown tom sighed, "Awww! But Goldwing and Lightbreeze always have the best stories to tell..."

"You don't think my stories are good enough for you, Hazelkit?" Stormcloud mewed, pretending to be angry. "Anyway, Lightbreeze would only complain about how much her stiff bones are hurting her these days. Not even Branchsway can heal her."

"Well, what story are you going to tell us today?" the white kit asked.

"Stories," Stormcloud corrected her, "plural. Come on you guys, come gather over here! whatcha' doin' way over there? come on Snowkit, Hazelkit, Riverkit. I'll start with a story of love... between a Kittypet and a warrior."

One: Ladybug and Spikyfur
A dark brown tom with spiky fur sat in the middle of a clearing filled with cats. Some of the cats were huddled in small groups, whispering to each other. "Who's that spiky brown tom?" one black WindClan she-cat asked.

"He's from RiverClan." gray ThunderClan elder murmured.

"He looks...so..." the WindClan cat mewed, unable to find words.

"Mean?" a ginger ShadowClan tom supplied.

"Angry?" suggested a blue-gray WindClan elder.

"Like he can hear everything you're saying?" the dark brown tom hissed at the group, who, looking surprsied and shameful, scurried away to the other side of the clearing. The tom hung his head and sighed. Why did every cat judge him by his appearance? He was muscley, his claws were long and sharp, his fur always looked like it was bristled, and he had sharp fangs. Sure, he was good at battling, but nobody (not even anybody from his own clan) trusted him.

"Wakey wakey wittle cutie pie!" a twoleg said in a baby voice. A reddish she-cat with black spots blinked open her eyes to see her owner, Emily, leaning over her and shaking a bowl of food. "Time to eat Ladybugy-boo!"

The she-cat sighed and gazed out the window. It was dark! She hated when Emily woke her in the middle of the night. She couldn't understand why her human was such a noctournal creature. As she peeked out the window, she caught a glimpse of the river. She knew wild cats lived by that river, but she wanted to fish in so badly sometimes...

"Ladybug!" Emily called, skipping into the kitchen after setting the food bowl down, "If you come watch TV with me, I'll give you extra treats!"

The she-cat (who is obviously named Ladybug) hopped from her catbed and over to the bowl of food on the floor. She licked up the soft, mushy stuff and lapped at the milk int he bowl next to it. She then trotted into what Emily called the 'TV room'. She longed for a better life than this...

Spikyfur awoke after the Gathering in his den. He saw sunlight shining into his face.

To be continued...