Cat Of The Past

Living Nightmare.

Blood splattered everywhere. She was born. But she died soon after that. "Oh my love, look at our beautiful kits." a voice called out. "I think this one is dead..."  another voice muttered. Soon after, she heard nothing. She woke up. Around her, cats were staring, their pelts shined. She gasped, for she, had never "seen" anything before.  "Welcome, GreenKit, we are The Tribe of Endless Hunting, and StarClan." She stared with confusion. A beautiful grey cat with blue eyes stepped forward. BlueStar. The name echoed in her mind as if she knew this cat her whole life. "We are giving you another chance." she meowed. Then again, she saw blackness. She opened her eyes. Waking up from the dream. She was a young she-cat, living in a barn. She keep having that same dream. She shook her head, "What's StarClan anyways?" she muttered.  "GreenMeadow!" a voice called. A handsome tom stepped into the barn, he was an  short haired white pelted cat with blue eyes. He had a very short tail, like a bunny. She sighed, "Yes,  WhiteWhisker?" "I-I....I was thinking.... Maybe we could go for a walk?" he asked quietly.  She sighed again. He's been dragging himself to my heart for ages now.  she thought. "Fine fine, but only a short one." she retorted. They padded out of the barn and made their way to the forest.  She stalked on, trailing behind him. "When can we stop?" GreenMeadow wailed, "My paws hurt." He rolled his eyes, "Stop whining, have some patience will you?" he grumbled. They eventually came across a thunderpath, which was crowded with noisy monsters. WhiteWhisker screeched to a stop. "Wait." "Why wait when we can go now?" she hastily replied. She bit deeply into his foreleg, and dragged him across, barely making it past a flame coated monster. He screeched, "What was that for???" "Did you want to take your time and die, or feel a small bite and quickly get across, surviving?" she hissed. Night soon came, and they stopped at the top of a small hill. One by one, the stars were awakening. They sat, and stared up. "The sky is beautiful at night." she muttered. "Not as beautiful as you." he purred. Her pelt grew hot with embarrassment. WhiteWhisker scooted closer, their fur brushing. She shook her head. "I can't be with you, not with what happened...." she meowed. "You need to let go of the past." WhiteWhisker replied sadly. "I can't!" GreenMeadow wailed. She stormed off.