Ferns (Collins New Naturalist Library, Book 74)

Ferns (Collins New Naturalist Library, Book 74)

by Christopher N. Page
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...Why do I act like everyone cares? Every cat in the Revolution has a tough history. Every cat has lots of pain, lots of mentality loss. Some of us may slowly be going crazy. The only cat I can think of who isn't having mental breakdowns, is Clockwork. <p> I was born into Bloodclan. I have no clue who my mother was, but my father was formerly well-known Black. The forcemater. I have many, possibly hundreds, of half-sisters and brothers. And I only know of two. My mother nursed me until I was strong enough, I know that. She was a shadow to me. Never let me see her. We would always be in the shadows...well, she would be, anyway. I was allowed to wander freely around in Bloodclan. I was a mess. Not a mental, crazy mess. But I got into trouble a lot. Breaking the Monster's (car) clear things (windows) and having sparkly minerals (glass) fly everywhere. Oops... <p> When I was almost four moons old, I went out to explore the outside for the first time. One of the friendly older tom cats offered to show me around. I happily accepted. He escorted me out of camp, keeping an eye on me at all times. We would explore the tiny streams poking out of dead and newly fallen leaves, plenty far from 'camp'. We eventually came back later that day. I thanked him, excitemet still prickling my pelt. He had smiled, ruffled my headfur, and padded away. I never got his name... By the time I got back to my den where my mother and I were sleeping... she was gone. I had never known her to leave the shadows. Somecat would always come and drop off freshkill for her. <p> Where did she go? I will never know. All I remember of her are those clear, bright green eyes always watching me in the shadows as I frolicked around like a beaver after drinking several energy drinks. <p> When I turned four moons old, I got attached to this one tomcat. He offered to adopt me. I wanted to accept oh, so bad, but he had 12 other kits. Most adopted. There was no way I could handle 12 balls of fur around me all the time! I had refused, andhe became my mentor. I don't recall his name.. so much has happened since then. Anyway, one day... I was bouncing around him... and if you know who I am talking about, correct me if I'm wrong, he was murdered. No, wait...he killed himself. Not sure when, but he did. A fresh pile of blood and bones... when I saw the mess I fell to the ground and was practically clawing my ears off. <p> I am now five moons old. I was sitting on a monster (car) when a slim and young cat appeared. She offered an alliance with Bloodclan. I jumped down from my perch and ran to her, tackling her. I shouted something about Bloodclan victory as I plummeled her stomach with sheathed claws. I remember the chucklw of amusement, the light in her eyes. She saw something in me.. later she would tell me I looked like I had the right build and persistance to be an excellent fighter. Long story short, she got the alliance she wanted, offered to adopt me, and left. I didn't leave with her right away. A few days later I hesitantly padded into camp, looking around. I could see this new clan was growing. Many cats were already there, happy and chattering up a storm. <p> "Where is Grim?" I had asked, loudly and clearly.