Short Novellas

Heather, Rose and Pumpkin

   "Heather, let's go already! I want to see the stars!" said a young, ginger cat excitedly.
   "We'll go in just a minute, darling. Pumpkin needs to make sure other cats won't come here." answered the cat called Heather.
   "Here I am!" claimed a calico she-cat. "Are you ready to go, sweetie?"
    "Of course I am! I was born ready!" said the young ginger.
    "Well, lets go then, Rose." said the calico. The young cat, called Rose jumped around excitedly as her parents lead the way to a small mound.
   Rose was very, very happy to finally see the stars.
   "Hey, is that the Silverpelt?" asked Rose, pointing at a long worm-ish line of stars. "Like, where Starclan cats are?"
   "It sure is." said Pumpkin, and pointed at a specific group of stars. "And those there, are your ancestors."
   "But don't only clan cats go to Starclan?" asked Rose, dumbfounded.
   "No", said her mom. "All cats that are good and believe in Starclan go there."
   They looked at the stars for the end of the night, until at moonhigh, Rose fell asleep. Her mom carefully carried her to their nest, where they all went to sleep.
   Rose had the most extravagant dream of her life that night. It was about the stars, in the sky, as they were the biggest mystery of her life...Then.