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“Like the sunrise in the morning. . .”

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My first piece is called “Some Things are Always” - a poem. My second piece is more like chapter book format, and, unfortunately, it is not finished, but I have placed what I have so far on here for you to read. It is called A Wrath From the Beginning . Enjoy!

Some Things are Always

 

Some things are always,

 

Though they may seem to disappear,

 

Some things never really leave,

 

No matter how far or near.

 

 

Like the tides of the oceans,

 

Caused by the earth spinning,

 

Like the sunrise in the morning,

 

Like the end and the beginning.

 

 

Like the stars twinkling above,

 

and the moon in the sky,

 

Like your family's love for you,

 

Like the mathematical term, Pi.

 

 

Like true love in your heart,

 

So loyal and so strong,

 

Like a lost loved one's smile,

 

 Like a treasured bird's song.

 

 

Some things are always,

 

Though they may seem to disappear,

 

Some things never really leave,

 

No matter how far or near.

A Wrath from the Beginning

 

 ~Prologue:  You Were Right To Worry

 

     Nightshade crept along the dark alley, stealthily staying only in the deepest and darkest shadows. Paw after paw, carefully, yet quickly placed, he swept closer and closer to his mission's end. Suddenly, he stopped, ears pricked and swiveling, and a slow, sly smile stretched across his black face. He was nearly there.

    Tugo paced anxiously around the entrance to his den, waiting. Keju had said to meet him here when the stars first twinkle in the sky, but all the stars were way past entering his range of sight, and yet Keju was nowhere to be seen. Tugo was worried for his friend and was about to head off toward Keju's den to see if he had simply forgotten about their secret meeting, when he heard a loud rustle from the opposite direction. Relief flooded him with warmth, and Tugo, without thinking, leapt in the direction of the noise with a meow of delight and called, "Keju, boy, I've been worried! I thought you had been taken by the Wraths!" A few moments after, he was slowing down in a dark cardboard box tunnel. "Keju? Is that you? You smell funny today."

      "No," a menacing voice replied. "You were right to worry about your friend, thing is, though, you'll seen him soon enough in the lair of the Wraths."  Tugo crouched and backed away in fear.

       "No. . . no!! You took my Keju!! You-" Tugo was cut short by a resounding blow from the Wrath, and slumped to the ground, unconscious. The Wrath's face caught a gleam of light from the moon, revealing a sneering grin and a fearsome scar down the powerful tomcat's left cheek, shining pink against his otherwise black features. It all seemed too easy these days. 

 

~Chapter One: Leave That One Alive

 

      A weary she-cat lay panting as she gazed down on her seconds-old kits. There were three of them. As tired as she was, the mother began to caress them with her rough but soothing tongue.  Two of the kits began mewing feebly, but a black one with a subtle grey streak on its right-back leg, the only black kit in his litter, remained silent, almost thoughtful, even though thinking in this way was not possible for a newborn. In a very short period of time, all three kits were nestled up against their mother, feeding contentedly.

    Suddenly, the mother heard unfamiliar meows right outside her den, and, as you can't be too careful, held her kits closer to her. All too quickly, it happened. She was surrounded by a fierce, hissing band of tomcats and she-cats alike known to the community of wild cats in the area as the Wraths. Though the group had only been recently formed, and therefore didn't have many members, but they were all burly and looked eager to join in any fight. The mother was in no position to fight, but she couldn't just let them harm her kits. With much effort, she hauled herself to her feet and bared her teeth back at the intruders. "What is your purpose here?" she hissed.

     "We decided this den of yours fits us just perfect, and we was wonderin' if you would be so kind as to let us move in with ya," the apparent leader of the tribe growled back with a voice dripping in menace. "If'n you aren't wantin' to be sharin' the place, I think we might be able to persuade you to join our little group."

      "What of my kits?" she responded, trying to remain looking brave. "I will not have them growing up in your hands."

     "Well then, we can take care of that for ya, missy," the leader sneered and nodded towards one of his members who abruptly approached the cowering family. The kits, sensing the fear from their mother, began to mew pitifully, that is, all but the little black one. The Wrath striding towards them suddenly leapt forward and began fighting the mother with almost graceful, yet deadly, strikes. It took no more than a few seconds before the mother lay on the floor from a fatal blow to the head. The attacker looked at the kits and then at the leader. Receiving another nod from him, the powerful cat reached for the kittens and killed them swiftly.

     As his paw was raised to dispatch the last one, the leader stopped him by saying, "No, Raskh, leave that one alive. He's a lookin' like he wants to join us." And sure enough, the tiny black kit was wiggling steadily closer to the sound of voices. "Leave him. Take the bodies and conceal them outside," the leader continued.

    "Aye, Fang Wrath," Raskh responded smartly. You see, the proper way to address the leader of the Wrath tribe was to call him by his name and add Wrath.

      As soon as Raskh was gone, Fang motioned for the rest of his tribe to enter the large, roomy den. "Make yourself at home, Wraths, we'll be here for a few days." Fang strode over to where the kitten was still wriggling around, trying to find something for warmth. Picking him up by the scruff of his neck, Fang sought out a she-cat by the name of Essence. "Will you feed him as long as need be?" the leader asked her as her four young kits responded to his voice and looked up at him from beneath her belly.

    "Aye, Fang Wrath," was all she said as she took the black kitten from his jaws.

    "He will be your responsibility until he is old enough to start in his training," Fang said. Essence merely nodded and placed the kitten with her others. Essence had her kits not very long ago, and they were still feeding, so she would be able to raise this one too, Fang knew. Subtly, his eyes met the kit's for a moment, and Fang couldn't suppress a mutter, "You and I'll get along just fine. I've always wan'ed a son of my own." After one last look at the scraggly ball of fur, Fang headed off to supervise the tribe as they went about exploring the large den.

 

~Chapter Two:  I’ll Be Fine

 

       Seasons passed, and the young black kitten grew up in the ways of the tribe— learning to hunt and to fight and to kill with unnerving skill. Fang was like a father to him, and they did everything together. Being the leader of the tribe’s adopted son, he held much authority and was a very respected and admired member. The cat also turned out to have great skill and stunning speed. He was the best at most everything tribe life had in store.  One day, approximately one year since he was born, the black cat was down by a river that the Wraths had settled near.  Suddenly swiping his paw down into the water, he grinned as he flicked a fish onto the riverbank.

      "Show-off,” muttered the cat's best friend, Rikahn, who was hastily killing the fish before it flopped back into the water.  Rikahn, a grey tabby, was the son of Raskh, one of Fang's top cats, and so he was also held in high regard.

      "Come on; this is boring. Let's go see if Asasha's free to play," the black cat suggested. Together, they bounded up the hill to the camp, where they knew Asasha, a beautiful brown tabby, would probably be doing something to help out Essence with her newborns.

     "Hi, Mom!" the black cat called to Essence, a marmalade, as they entered her den. "How are things goin'?"

     "Oh, just fine, now that you've woken me up," she answered sleepily. The black cat glanced guiltily at her.

     "Oops! Sorry, Essence," Rikahn apologized. "Since you're up, could you tell us where Asasha is?" 

     Essence scowled at the pair.

    "Find her yourself," Essence told them grumpily. With a few leaps, they were in the other cave. Essence could hear them talking with Asasha.

    "Hey, Asasha! Still practicin' bein' a mommy, eh?" Rikahn jeered.

    "No. I'm about to be chasing after you, if you can get past Essence without waking her up and getting her all mad," the brown tabby threatened.

     "Oh, she's up now," the black cat put in. "We woke her up when we came in!"

      Asasha gaped at them. "You woke her up!?! She'll never let me go now!"

      Rikahn looked at her pleadingly.

      Asasha gave in with a sigh. "Oh, come on then. Let's ask her." As the three came back into the main area of Essence's cave, she looked up at them questioningly.

      "Um, Mom, could Asasha come and play for a while?" the black cat asked as he and his friends slid past her. "Thanks," he added without an answer from Essence. Before she could protest, they were out of the cave and sprinting gleefully away.

      "Of course, Nightshade. I'll be fine," she mewed to the empty cave, clearly annoyed.

 

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   "Ah, Nightshade? He's great. I believe he can best even me with his skills. Aye, no beast can stand against that cat! You know, Raskh, he has no idea where he came from. He's gotten so strong hearted, I'm honestly scared of what he would do if he found out! Essence is his mother and I his father in his eyes," Fang told him.

      Raskh gazed at the landscape of the river below him and waited for his leader to go on.  "We shall move tomorrow. We'll be heading out for a raid on a nearby family that my scouts have discovered. Make sure the tribe is ready," Fang ordered. Raskh nodded and swiftly strode off in the direction of the large den that most of the tribe was occupying to spread the news.

To Be Continued . . .

Asasha

Rikahn

Nightshade