Spikyfur and Ladybug

Chapter I
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. "Spikyfur, get out!" He looked up to see his sister, Glitterfur, glaring donw at him.

"Wha-?" Spikyfur asked.

"Get out!" she hissed in annoyance and smacked him on the nose, "This is the third time you woke me up with your thrashing!"

Spikyfur sighed, shook the moss from his fur, and padded out of the den. The sunlight warmed his fur and he blinked his eyes plesently in the in the light. He turned to the side and padded towards the river. As he reached the river he saw the two youngest kits, Fishkit and Goldkit, fishing for minnows in the shallow reedy area.

"Goldkit, hide in the reeds." Fishkit whispered to his sister, stepping backwards away from Spikyfur.

However, Goldkit ran up to Spikyfur. "Are you evil?" she asked, tipping her head to the side.

Spikyfur just sighed, "no." and stepped into the river. He swam across, dunked underneath for a moment, then performed some really cool tricks underwater.

To be continued...