Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2010 13:36:17 GMT -8
Sikra was chasing a leaf, and wandering much to far from the den. He laughed as it floated up and down. When he finally pounced on it he didn't see the two grey paws in front of him, he looked up and say a tom. "W... Who are you?" He mewed innocently.
"I am no one of importance." The tom mewed calmly. "My name is Storm. And you my young tom, are Sikra."
"How do you know my name?"
"I have been watching you. You are different from other cats Sikra. You are special."
"Really? What makes me special."
"You. You are the cat that I want to train. I am not getting any younger and I need a tom that I can have follow my paw steps." He mewed, his expression unreadable.
"What? But, Mama! And Sis!" Sikra cried.
"They will be proud of their son and brother. I have already told your family you will come with me, they wanted it to be a surprise for you."
"They... They weren't sad I was leaving?"
"Not at all."
Sikra was sad, not knowing the tom was lying. "I... Well, what are we waiting for! lets go!" He let the shifty tom pick him up and they clawed up a tree, Storm going on the best route to his new den. And they were gone.
"I am no one of importance." The tom mewed calmly. "My name is Storm. And you my young tom, are Sikra."
"How do you know my name?"
"I have been watching you. You are different from other cats Sikra. You are special."
"Really? What makes me special."
"You. You are the cat that I want to train. I am not getting any younger and I need a tom that I can have follow my paw steps." He mewed, his expression unreadable.
"What? But, Mama! And Sis!" Sikra cried.
"They will be proud of their son and brother. I have already told your family you will come with me, they wanted it to be a surprise for you."
"They... They weren't sad I was leaving?"
"Not at all."
Sikra was sad, not knowing the tom was lying. "I... Well, what are we waiting for! lets go!" He let the shifty tom pick him up and they clawed up a tree, Storm going on the best route to his new den. And they were gone.
