Young Writers Society

Jesse:

"He's right." The words swirled around me.

Not only was Cyla not present, but neither was Raul.
I groaned. Please don't tell me they're dallying somewhere.

Teo looked up at me, and it was like he could read my mind.
He shook his head minutely.

"Cats of Sable, I know some of our members aren't present."
Raising my voice, I found myself the focus of dozens of eyes.

"We should proceed with the meeting. I am sure-"

Something caused me to turn around.

Name: Mia

Claw: Sable.

Rank: Hunter

Description: Dark coloured dog, swift, heavy, medium-length hair

Personality: Very protective, quiet around strangers

Special traits: Good hunter, will do anything for her friends

Mia rushed into the clearing, huffing, and stopped at the sight of all the animals there. In front of her was an impressive cat, obviously the leader. She let out a large sigh and flopped to the ground, unconsious. Blood trickled from a wound in her side.

Alissa

I sigh as I scratch my ear, watching my sons engage in their frivolities. They had not gone to me for guidance yet-but they sorely needed it. If only I was there on earth with them.

As soon as that thought passed through my head, I heard the lord speak to me.
Alissa, I will allow you to return to earth to guide your sons.

My eyes widened in shock. But then again, he was the lord.
Thank you. When will I go?

Right now.
Before I have the time to react, I see a whirl of grey-blue brush around me. The next thing I know, I am sitting at home.

Cyla

Before she'd gone far, Cyla sniffed the air and her body tensed. The she-cat could smell another female in the area. Her body stiffened and she dropped into a crouch, listening to the cat fumble through the undergrowth.

"Mia?" she gasped. It was one of her cats! Hurrying forward, Cyla nudged the prone form. "Mia, hey! What is it Mia, what happened?" She let out a low growl and looked about. Was it another cat? Was there trouble? Cyla didn't want to go for help in case the attacker was still hanging about.

"Mia you're going to have to get up. You have to get back to camp and I have to attend the meeting."

All right!

Jesse:

"M-mother?"

"Jesse. I don't understand..."

I lifted her head carefully. Yes, she had
Mother's eyes. "Welcome back," I whispered.
"Raul and Teo will be so happy."

In the meantime, I had to deal with her sudden
reappearance, an injured hunter and a clearing
full of clamoring cats.

This isn't my fight, I thought. If Cyla were here...

Ama

I walked through the forest, on an errand for the hawk. I was lookin for a silver stick with several sticks branching off at the top. (A fork). He only had one, and was looking for a second one that was in better shape than the first. Why he needed two, I have no idea. Silly hawks.

As I run through the forest I catch a familiar scent. But it is not a cats.

"Shawn?" I ask, looking at a very close friend of mine.

"Ama, you lokk well. But you smell like cats." He said, wrinkiling his fox nose.

"Yeah, well, I have been around them a while. But the other cats thought you were dead. So did I."

"The other cats?" He asked, "But, I had to let you believe I was dead for a while. I was away on important buisness."

"Come on, lets go tell the cats your alive."

Cyla

The young cat was panting hard by the time she arrived at the meeting. Her paws were weary and her mind was heavy with worry over her clan. She approached the familiar cats with her head low in apology and made her way to the other clan leaders.

"Jesse," she said in greeting. Then turning to the other cats: "I am sorry to have kept you waiting. There is much trouble for the Sable clan."

"What sort of trouble?" Teo burst out. Cyla turned her eyes to him and sighed.

"An illness," she said.

"Are you able to contain it?" Another clan leader asked snappily. Some cats did not like to be kept waiting. Cylas nodded her head firmly.

"Yes. I think so."

Alissa

I felt like smiling. My son was so grown, so confident.

"It's good to see you again," I say softly. "Why don't you inform the others? I want to see my other sons, as well as the others of the clan."

Teo:

I must be smelling things.

That couldn't be Mother's scent, could it?
But the trail was here. Fresh.

Following it, I fetched up in the hayloft. A white cat
was sitting among the straw bales, grooming her side.

She stopped and raised her head. "Teo?"

"Sk-Sky's whiskers, it is you!" I yowled.