Heatherstar's destiny, Chocolatemeerkat [sci fi books to read TXT] 📗

Sugar bit hard into his scuff. "Stop that!" Fluffy just snarled and turned away, back to where he was before Sugar had told him about her new friend. Sugar turned back to Heather. "I'm so sorry about my brother, he's always had this dreadful temper. I think it would be best if you left now." Heather nodded, said her goodbyes and started to make her way back to her den.
Suddenly, she could hear a loud growling noise behind her. Heather stared behind her. Nothing. Curiously, she padded on. She then turned around and saw a large black cat, glaring. "What do you think you're doing here?"
"I-I am ju-just going ba-back to my de-den." Heather stammered. The other cat glared, her blue eyes curious. "Who are you? Where do you come from? Are you a loner?" She asked.
"I feel really useless asking this... but what's a loner?" Heather questioned. The black cat laughed. "You must be stupid if you don't know what a loner is! Loners are cats that don't live with Twolegs, or in an clan. We travel around sometimes, but we normally settle into new territorites, like me." She drew her paw across the ground, making a small line in the dirt. "This is the boarder of my territory, and you have tresspassed. So please state your name and where you come from." Heather jumped back and gulped. "Oh. I'm Heather, and I live in my den, other there." She flicked her tail in direction of the Twoleg nests, and the she-cat snorted. "Kittypet. Should have known, you've got a collar and you reek of kittypet and mouse. I'm Night, by the way, if you didn't already know." She meowed. Heather nodded. "I'd better go now, or my housefolk will worry about me. Goodbye, Night. It was nice meeting you." Night nodded, but stared at the line. "Never cross into my territory again Heather, or you'll get your whiskers ripped off." Heather ran away swiftly, slightly frightened by Night's words.
As she got back to her den, she saw her housefolk calling her name, tapping a spoon on her food dish. Heather decided this was her que to go back and mew loudly. So she did, and one of the Twoleg kits rushed up, laughing. He picked Heather and ran back to his family. They crowded around, stroking Heather and feeding her treats. Heather enjoyed all of this attention, but she had to tell Barley and Tom what had happened. They would be jealous of her.

After about an hour, Heather was back outside in the garden. Her housefolk hadn't allowed her out after she had been out for so long, but they found kindness in their hearts to let their cat play outside, as long as she went as far as Barley's garden, otherwise she would never be allowed out again.
Tom and Barley had heard about Heather's disapperence, so they were bursting with questions to ask her. When she had got into the garden, they were gossiping on the fence. Heather greeted them both. "You won't believe where I've been!"
"Yes." Tom interupted. "You ran away from your nest and your housefolk found you later, stinking of a farm. Where did you go, for goodness sake?" Heather jumped up and faced her friends. "You know the dog oppersite my den? Well, it was chasing another cat without a collar. A wild cat. Once the dog had gone, the cat, she was called Sugar, showed me her barn and introduced me to her brother Fluffy and her friend Ellie. I then met a loner called Night... it was amazing. I've never had so much freedom in my life." Barley tilted his head to the side. "What on earth is a loner?"
"Loners are cats that don't live with Twolegs. They live it rough in the forest." Heather explained. "I accidently crossed into Night's territory." Tom just shook his head. "Your housefolk were worried sick. You should have seen their faces when mine and Barley's housefolk told them that they hadn't seen you. The only thing your housefolk saw was that huge hole in your fence, and they thought the dog had gotten in and killed you. What you did was really stupid."
"B-But don't you dream of a life outside of your den? Out in the wild, you'd be out hunting and defending your territory from invaders. Here, all you do is lounge around eating slop. You're completely shut out from the outside world." Heather said pleadingly.
"Is that what you think of us? Do you seriously think that we are lazy fat cats that just sunbathe and eat slop all day long?" Barley hissed angrily. "I'm suprised at you, Heather. According to your housefolk, you won't hurt a fly. But you certainly know how to crush your friend's feelings!" Heather was rather taken back by her friend's comment, but she sat up and spoke. "So now you are trying to stop me from living my dream? I thought friends believed in eachother, and tried to help them achive their ambitions."
"And I thought friends didn't think of friends as fat, lazy cats!" Tom growled. "Come on Barley, let's leave the wild cat in peace. She has new friends now." Barley started to follow Tom, but looked back at Heather. "I shouldn't have trusted you, Heather."
Heather felt slightly hurt by her friend's comments, so she padded off towards the flower patch and sat there, looking at her paws. She then looked up and growled when something rustled the bush close by. Heather stumbled back, hissing, as the thing came closer. It then tumbled out of the bush, and glared at Heather. "Who are you?" She demanded. Heather crouched down and growled. "No, who are you? This is my territory!" The cat gave a loud hiss of annoyence and sighed. "My name is Rose. I am a loner from the forest. My family left me behind when I was a kit, so I have had to fend for myself. I'm sorry to cross into your territory, but prey is scarce now, so I did so hunting here." She explained. "Now, who are you?"
"My name is Heather. I'm a kittypet, living with the Twolegs here. I want to live in the forest though. Hey, we both have flowery names!" Heather said, smiling. Rose nodded. "I saw several birds and other prey visit your territory. Is it alright if I hunt here?" Heather looked at her. She was thin, and had many scars. Her rib bones were sticking out, so Heather thought of an idea. "Or, how about you stay here, but live in the garden? I come out everyday, but you'll have to stay away from the Twolegs. They won't approve of a loner living here." She offered. Rose gave a greatful look, and nodded. "Thank you so much. This means a lot to me." Heather nodded, and flicked her tail towards the bush that she had first appeared from. "You can sleep there, if it's comfy."
"Thank you Heather, I will never forget this." Rose meowed, dipping her head respectfully before padding away to the bush. Heather was excited, to have a loner staying in her garden. Tiredly, the kittypet padded back into her Twoleg nest, sat up on the windowsill, and fell asleep.

These are the new cats mentioned in the second chapter:

Ebony(claw)- A tall black she-cat with dark grey patches and blue eyes, loner.

Sasha(paw)- A siamease cat with green eyes, lives with the Twolegs.

Harry(tail)- A long-haired black tom with yellow eyes, lives with the Twolegs.

Moon(ear)- A pretty white she-cat with silver around her muzzle and hazel eyes, rogue.

Blood(paw)- A small black and white tom with half his tail missing and red eyes, rogue.

Splash(paw)- A small blue she-cat with green eyes, rogue.

Thistle(fang)- A tall brown tom with leaf-green eyes, lives in a abandoned Twoleg nest.

Ivy(pool)- A white and grey tabby she-cat with blue eyes, lives in a abandoned Twoleg nest.

Tiny(kit)- A small black and white tom with blue eyes, lives in a abandoned Twoleg nest.

Twist(kit)- A golden tabby she-cat with yellow eyes, lives in a abandoned Twoleg nest.

Poppy(kit)- A redish-brown she-cat with amber eyes, lives in a abandoned Twoleg nest.

Fish(foot)- A white and brown she-cat with hazel eyes, loner.

Rabbit(leap)- A brown tabby tom with darker brown stripes and hazel eyes, loner.

Billy(paw)- A long-haired black and grey tom with one white paw and blue eyes, lives with the Twolegs.

Emerald(eyes)- A small grey and white she-cat with green eyes, rogue.

Hazel(storm)- A tall, old dark brown tom with hazel eyes, loner.
Chapter 2

Some time later, Heather woke up. Her housefolk had turned on the TV, and a huge bang came from it. Curiously, she jumped off the windowsill and padded into the living room. The two parents watched their four kits play and watch TV. Heather jumped onto the male adult's lap and purred, waiting for him to stroke her. He just picked her up and placed her down on a blanket. Heather sighed sadly. This was typical. She tried again with the smallest kit, but he screamed and wailed. The adult female was furious, so she grabbed Heather, opened the back door, and threw her outside.
It was late evening, so Heather could just see the sun dipping behind the trees. A cold breeze ran through the air, freezing Heather's bones and making her shiver. She could see Rose stalking a small pigeon, but Heather accidently stood on a dry twig and the pigeon flew away. Rose snorted in annoyence and padded towards her friend. "Nearly caught him. Why are you doing out, anyway? It's pretty cold out here." She asked.
"Got in trouble." Heather sighed. "I tried to play with one of the Twoleg kits, but he wailed like mad and I got chucked out." Rose twitched her whiskers. "Oh. Sorry to hear that, Heather. Hey, do you want some rabbit? I caught it trying to eat the flowers earlier." The kittypet gave her a greatful look. "Thanks, it might cheer me up a bit." She mewed. Rose nodded and darted into the bush. She then returned with a plump rabbit dangling from her jaws. "Here you go."
"Thanks." Heather replied. "You can have some too, you know. You look horribly skinny and thin." Rose laughed and purred. "That's what happens when you live in the wild with no family or friends."
Within a few minutes, Heather had finshed the rabbit. It was very tasty, she savoured every bite and let the flavour flow into her mouth. She looked at Rose. "I'm going exploring. Coming?" Rose smiled warmly. "Of course. I might get a chance to do some hunting out here." Heather led Rose towards the door, where a catflap was. "You'll have to be quiet, or they'll catch you. Follow my moves, and this should be a breeze." She explained. "Now, lets go." Heather crawled through the catflap, and Rose did the same.
The den was silent, but Rose wasn't used to this. She