Bristlefrost stared at the water before her.
It was slowly swaying, rocking to a soothing melody.
She looked at the old, rotting tree that connected a stretch of land to the muddy shore that she was standing on.
Drifts of laughter and scents of so many cats tempted her from the island.
Were cats living there? It seemed like a joyful place.
She tentatively placed a paw on the tree. It didn't wobble.
She put another paw on it.
Still, it held strong. Deciding it was safe, she hauled her damp pelt onto it and wavered her way across, transfixed by the lulling waves.
Her paws squelched lightly in the muddy earth as she made her way around the island. She spotted a tree. It had one fluffy, ginger tail, a two brown ones, a brown and white tail, and another brown one, this one having cream hints.
She padded over to the tree, sniffing it. There was a lull in the laughter from the stranger cats.
Bristlefrost meant to take another step, but instead she slipped and her leg carried her body over, slumping on a tangle of tree roots.
Some cats fur twitched near her face.
Silence.
And then, severel loud yowls of, "Bristlefrost!"
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What Could Have Been One
FanfictionWhat if Bristlefrost came back? What if she was fine, and completely alive? Would she and Rootspring have kits? And would she get the life of a hero that she deserved? Book One of the What Could Have Been series.
