It was a dark and stormy sun-down, cold in the bitter snow-season. Snowy was accustomed to this, she's been through many sunsets of this weather. It's been sunrises since she's seen the bright, glorious sun. Snowy was warm and dry, though. She was one of the many cats in her town to be a house cat. Her owners were nice, they would take care of her. Their cubs, two smaller housefolk who look like her owners combined, would always play with her anytime they were at home. They always left during the day for a long period of time, but would always be back before sundown. But now, even though she was a master at tracking time, she couldn't even see the sun, the one thing that let her know what time it was. She's seen sun-season and leaf-season, the seasons where the sun shone brightly and the leaves started to fall, but she's never seen this season. She named the season, snow-season.
She watched as snow whizzed by the see-through object, which her mom tells her is named, "window". Apparently Snowy still had a lot to learn. She's always thought that there was nothing there, and the big-striped creatures with a mask around their eyes were just crazy, and marking their territory. It turns out that they were just being prevented from entering the house. Snowy's never tried to escape the house, she had no need. Why would she need to go out in the sun-season when it was nice and cool in here, while in this season go out into the blistering-cold when it was nice and warm in here?
Snowy's attention snapped back to the window when she saw a bush outside shake. She leaned forward, ears perked towards the window that protected her from the outside weather. She gasped as she saw a gigantic creature jumped out of the bush. Was this the monster her mother had always described to her? The creature had foam bubbling at its lips, and was snarling for some reason. It seemed to have pointed ears and a long muzzle. The snow was blocking her view of this mysterious animal, so she padded closer to the window. The animal looked like what her mother's stories had told her. It was a dog. She put her face against the cold window, when all of a sudden, the creature spotted her.
She could faintly hear barking as it ran towards the glass. She backed up, and watched as the dog ran face-first into the glass. She laughed, mrrow! She watched as the dog used its hind-legs to push off the ground and paw at the window. It was barking like crazy. Wow, she thought, Dogs must be dumber than I thought! Eventually, it backed off, still snarling, and darted back into the cover of its bush. She watched as it vanished into the green of the forest behind it, and witnessed the blizzard get worse. She tilted her head, and wondered, This is what I was named after? Snow? If it weren't for this snow, I could... She thought, What could I do? There is nothing to do, other than just wait for food and be played with and cared for... She went to bed with a head full of thoughts.
When she woke up next morning, the snow storm had finally came to a stop. She got up and stretched, being careful not to wake up her mother. She padded out of her bed and to the glass. She looked outside to see the snow glistening in the pale sunlight, which was only partially visible in the blanket of light clouds in the sky. She put a paw to the glass, wanting to investigate the snow and see why snow must be so special to her mother. She looked around, but none of her housefolk were awake. She mewed eagerly, wanting to get outside before the snow melts. Nothing stirred in the house, other than her mother, Smokey, who was now awake. She observed her mother as she got up and stretched, her pink tongue curling in a yawn. Smokey hopped out of her bed and walked towards Snowy. Smokey simply licked her daughter's head, and walked to the food bowl.
"Mom, I want to go outside." Snowy told her mother. Smokey had stopped lapping up the pellets of food and started to drink water from the water bowl. Snowy called for her mother again, but her mother didn't budge from her spot where she was, as if ignoring her. Snowy grunted and walked over to Smokey.
"Mom!" She said.
"Yes, Snowy?" Smokey replied, licking off water from her whiskers.
"Can I go outside?" Snowy asked her. Smokey simply shrugged.
"If you could get outside, sure. Just as long as you don't go past the fence," Smokey responded, simply padding to the soft place where housefolks sit, a couch as her mom told her, to watch from the moving-box. Snowy looked around the house for a way out. There were windows, but they were all closed. There were doors, but they were all shut and, unlike other doors, were impossible to open. She decided to do what she would normally do when she needed something.
"Owners!!!" She meowed loudly. There was no response. She growled. "Come and serve me, peasants!" She stood there for a few heartbeats, waiting for one of her housefolk to come out to open the door. Maybe she wasn't allowed to go outside? She was only nine moons old, one moon through what her mother called flower-season, and the rest through the hot sun-season and cold leaf-season. Now she was just waiting to go outside into the bitter cold. She's never been outside, so maybe she should just wait until flower-season? No, all of the snow would be gone by then. I want to explore it! She thought to herself. The sun had barely come out, and it was starting to get blocked again by the cotton-like clouds. Snowy hissed knowing that it was extremely likely to start snowing again. It was rare to see sun these days. She pawed at the door and hissed for them to come out. There was still no response. Maybe they died? She looked up at the door handle and got ready to pounce, when she heard a voice behind her.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." The voice said. She turn around to see Leaf, her lazy litter-mate. He was large and orange, with brown spots on his back.
"What do you want?" Snowy hissed at Leaf. Leaf slowly jumped up the stairs.
"I want to let you know, that last time I did that, I got in trouble." Leaf said, licking a paw.
"The only reason you'd get in trouble for jumping up and opening this door is because you'd make a hole underneath you when you landed." Snowy hissed at him. Leaf flicked an ear, stopped grooming himself and looked up.
"Did you just insult my weight?" Leaf growled at Snowy. "I'll have you know that I am mostly muscle." He was lying. He would always steal Flowers food when the housefolk weren't looking. Because of this, Flower had become skinny, but also swift and sneaky. Snowy glared at Leaf, who was acting aloof.
"Now next time you insult me, you're gonna get a beating." Leaf said, strutting off with his head held high. Snowy hated to admit it, but Leaf would easily beat her in a fight. He had been through all four seasons twice, and would be able to just sit on Snowy to beat her. Snowy's mom tells her that Leaf used to be leaner, and stronger. But since he beat Flower over a fight, Flower practically allows him to eat her fill of food. Smokey never tells her what the fight was about, but she doesn't really care, plus she could always just ask Sun. Sun was her older brother, who was also born with Leaf and Flower. There was a previous cat, Frost, but he went missing in the forest. Smokey assumes he was murdered by the feral cats in the forest, like her first mate. She never got to met him, but she could imagine that he was the cat the prevented Flower and Leaf from fighting. Sun helps to protect Snowy from fighting with Leaf, just as Frost did with Flower and Leaf. Sadly, Sun isn't awake, so he wasn't able to protect her from Leaf.
Sun also likes to inform Snowy about things in the past, and likes to tell stories about cats, like the orange cat named Rusty who wandered into the forest and became the leader of one of the clans they have. And how another brown tabby cat named Princess gave up one of her kits to be a warrior, or how the father of Rusty and Princess, Jake, met the leader of Windclan.
Snowy looked back at the door. She jumped up and opened it. Her owners were fast asleep, lying down on the soft and comfortable "soft-square" as her mother, and other cats with owners in town, calls it. She jumped onto the soft-square and squeezed in between the heads of her owners. She licked the female ones head, and she stirred. Snowy jumped off the soft-square as the female owner got out and stretched. The female owner murmured something to her mate, and he got up as well. Snowy hid underneath the bed, waiting for them to exit so she could as well. Snowy had decided to take Leafs advice seriously. She saw one of the thin-pelts the Owner was wearing plop onto the ground, and the male one picked it up and dropped it into a box.
Then she heard something open and shut, probably the "storing-box". They had many of those, in the pink room where the female cub slept, in the black room where the male one slept, in the room where the cold-box to store food was, and of course, in this white room. One of the sheets from the soft square dropped onto the ground, and blocked her view. She listened to their movement, and waited until their steps slowly faded away. She pawed at the sheet, until it fell onto the soft, beige rug floor. She padded over it and outside the room, then down the stairs, and in front of the door. She waited patiently in front of it, and when her housefolk appeared, she looked expectantly at them. The female one went into the room with the food, and the male one kneeled on the cool, wooden floor. He pet Snowy and murmured softly to her. She didn't understand, but she meowed anyway. That's what they usually wanted whenever they spoke to you.
She heard footprints approaching her, and she looked up to see her female owner holding an orange rope-like thing with a bright, yellow bell on it. Her owner wrapped it around her neck, and she heard a click. She looked down, and noticed it was a collar. Everyone in her family wore one, other than Smokey. Her mother never goes outside, not since Frost... disappeared. Snowy flinched when the door flew open, and the cubs ran in. They were gone during the night, which rarely happened. She heard Flower approaching behind her by the sound of a tinkling bell that was on her collar. She turned around and Flower was sitting down, her light yellow fur glistening in the unnatural light from the house.
"So, you're finally going outside?" Flower asked, "Want me to show you around?"
"Sure," Snowy accepted. Flower slightly nodded and she padded outside. Snowy hesitantly followed, her pads not used to the stoney texture of the gray floor. Snowy looked up at the dim sunlit clouds, and noticed that the sun had been covered again. Snowy looked back down and saw Flower waiting for her. Snowy walked over to her, trying to not get hurt by the small bits of rubble, and Flower twitched her whiskers in amusement.
"Try to keep up," Flower said, before walking onto the green grass by the stone path, and jumping up over the white wooden fence. Snowy leaped onto the grass, and sighed with relief, happy to get off of the rubble and onto the soft grass. It felt more natural, and her paws would sink right into it. It felt more comfortable than the weird pelts laid across the ground in the house, but not as good as the couch. The couch was the best place to rest. Snowy jumped off of the cool and wet grass, onto the fence. She hissed as a loose piece of wood dug its way into her paw. When she landed on the other side, she licked her paw. She then gasped and looked out into the sight her sister had brought her to. The forest. It was full of green, white, and brown. She knew that her house was close to the forest, due to being able to see it out of the back window that could open and her housefolk could exit, but she didn't expect the house to be in the corner of town. She padded down to the unnatural path created by other housefolk, and walked onto it. She could see tons of other houses down the road, hers was just at the edge. She looked back at her sister, Flower, who was staring at her. Flower flicked her ears towards the forest.
"In there?" Snowy asked, surprised she'd want to go in there after Frost disappeared. Flower nodded, and Snowy hesitantly followed her when Flower walked into the forest. After about what seemed like forever of walking, Flower stopped and her tail flicked up, signaling Snowy to stop and wait. Snowy sat down and looked around, taking in every juicy detail of the forest, the green overgrowth, the soft tweets of birds, and the smells. The smells of small animals that she had a desire to chase after. She was sitting in a snowy clearing, the snow still not melted due to the sun being shielded by leafs and clouds. She shivered in the cold snow-season air, shuffling her feet nervously. What if a wild cat were to attack them?
Suddenly, a rustle in the bushes snapped Snowy back into reality, and she tensed up and let out a growl. Flower flashed Snowy a look to be quiet and Snowy stopped growling, but didn't relax. Suddenly, a white figure walked out of a bush. He stared at Snowy with his icy-blue eyes, and twitched his ear with had a nick in it's side. His tail was long and fluffy, but his body was mostly slim and skinny. Snowy could actually see his ribs. Snowy narrowed her eyes at the strange cat.
"Who are you?" Snowy asked, hostile. The white cat looked at Flower, then back at Snowy.
"Ah, so this must be Snowy." The strange cat said, pointing his ears towards Snowy. Snowy winced at the fact he knew her name. She could see he has been in battles before, a long scar over his nose. The stranger seemed to notice her discomfort, for he tilted his head and asked,
"What's wrong?" He asked her, his white ear twitching.
Snowy hastily looked up at him and replied, "How do you know my name?"
The stranger laughed and responded to Snowy, "Flower has told me a lot about you." Snowy looked at Flower who just simply nodded at her. Snowy stared at Flower.
"How do you know this cat?" She whispered under her breath. Flower turned to the stranger.
"He's my brother," She calmly responded. Snowy didn't get what she said at first, then she did. She didn't fully understand, but she understood who her was.
"Wha- Frost?" Snowy asked while whispering. Frost sat on a rock, his tail curled neatly over his paws.
"Hey Frost, can you explain to Snowy what is going on here?" Flower asked. Frost eyes twinkled with amusement.
"Sure," He cheerily responded before standing up and padding down to where snowy stood. He sat a fox length away from Snowy and Flower, who were right next to each other.
"So, when I was younger than you, I'd say I saw only five full moons, I wondered into the forest," Frost explained. "I came across some wild forest cats, clan cats, they are called, and they took me in. I was so hungry that when they took me I was fine with it; not like I'd have enough energy to run all the way back to the house, anyway. So they placed me in the warmth of one of the mothers, "queens" they call them, and gave me a mouse. It was small, but I loved it! So 6 seasons later, here I am! A warrior!" Snowy stared at him wide-eyed, but Flower nudged him.
"You didn't tell me you were a warrior!" Flower exclaimed, "How long have you been one?"
"About 6 seasons. I was just waiting to tell you. Also because..." He trailed off when Flowers eyes were filled with horror.
"Why didn't you tell me?! You could've died any day, and you probably get injured on a regular bases! You told me you were a rogue, but I should've thought otherwise when I smelt scents all too familiar to the scents at the border of Willowclan! Come back home right this instant so we can tell mother what you've done!" Flower snapped at him.
"This is why I didn't want to tell you!" Frost shouted. "You'd just ramble on about how I shouldn't be a warrior and how everyday would be a pain, and now here you are, threatening me to come back to that worthless kitty-pet place that you call home! I shouldn't have told you this."
"What! Worthless? Is that what you think about us, Frost?" Flower pouted, walking right up to Frost.
"It's Frostbite now. It's always been." He said, glaring at her.
They stood there, their tails and ears twitching in anger and regret, their eyes pooled with emotions. Then Frostbite snapped around and ran off into the forest.
"Come on, Snowy. Let's go home." Flower said, before stalking off back the route they entered the forest. As Snowy was walking back to her home through the cold forest, she took one longing look back where Frostbite had disappeared.(ayyy, 3098 words! I need warriors for Willowclan, so tell me descriptions of your cat OC if you want to join!)
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Snowy's Tale - A Warriors Parody
Fanfic(None of these clans are real clans). Snowy is just an ordinary house cat, but when her brother convinces her that the wild is the place a cat can be free, she decides that the kitty pet life style is not for her.