Heyo. Thanks for reading this. Links: Next: Not out yet, sorry! Previous: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/414502430 First: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/414275837 Concept by Erin Hunter, again BOB, and me. Enjoy! Yes Bob the kittypet in this book is gay, I am not changing that. StarClan the bad word detector is being very annoying. Also I love Mysticstar
Bob stared in awe at the open moor. He leapt down there to see the place. "This could be my home!" he thought. "I can learn to hunt and fight off other strays! Maybe even a couple can live with me, and I could spend my life with one of them!" Bob daydreamed of strong, handsome tom shyly entering his den, calling out, "Hello, I'd like a place to stay please!" so brave and fierce yet so shy. Bob was crossed with something that made him think twice. Four cats were walking on the moor, and they smelled foul. Bob winced. One of the cats was being carried! She looked upset. Bob decided to stay undetected for now, and willed his bell collar to be quiet for once. He crept forward for a long time, nearly an hour. The cats hadn't noticed a thing. They were almost to a place that smelled strongly of cat.The younger she-cat that was being carried started to panic. Bob crept forward again and got his stupid collar caught on a bramble. He tried to break free but his collar started jangling. He would be heard. So Bob sat there, waiting. Just after the patrol entered the place that smelled of cats, a back she-cat slipped out. She must not have seen the other cats. She had glittery, worried green eyes and she was about the same age as the leader of the foul smelling patrol. Bob decided the best course of action. He tried to break free of the bramble and the bell on his collar jangled hard. Maybe this cat was nice? Bob had thought. Now he wasn't so sure. The she-cat ran over to the jangling. Bob froze when she saw him. What was she going to do? The she-cat ran over. "Go back o your twolegs." she spat when she arrived. "Oh- stupid kittypet." The she-cat saw that Bob was tangled up. She tore him loose, and in the process, Bob's blue bell collar fell to the ground. "My twolegs are gone..." Bob mumbled. "So I left." A flare of recognition sparked in the black cat's eyes. "Splotchkit?" she asked. "Oh Splotchkit it's you! I knew miracles could happen!" the she-cat began licking Bob all over. "I'm your mother, Hollyblaze!" Bob was astonished. He had no mother, and his name wasn't Splotchkit. Wait... this cat had a strange name, like Lily had talked about. "My name is Bob. And.... Is this WindClan?" Bob asked. Hollyblaze nodded. "Do you know a ThunderClan apprentice called.... Flowerpaw?" Hollyblaze shook her head. "She died two and a half moons ago. She just.... disappeared." "I know where she went!" Bob exclaimed. “She’s a kittypet now!” Now Bob realized all Lily’s stores were real. ThunderClan, WindClan, ShadowClan, RiverClan, and SkyClan. The five clans. “I don’t care about that apprentice. Your safe from those twolegs now. You’ve come home!” Hollyblaze looked fondly at who Bob was supposed to believe was her child. Suddenly she was serious again. “I am the deputy of WindClan. You’re father is Snowstar, but don’t tell anyone. He is an evil cat, and I regret my decision with all my life.” Bob wasn’t paying attention. He followed Hollyblaze to what he assumed to be WindClan camp. When they arrived murmurs came from a crowd of already gathered cats. Bob heard a call ring out from atop a tall rock. “What’s this?” The she-cat the voice came from leapt form the rock and stood in front of Bob of Bob and Hollyblaze. Bob couldn’t help but be amazed. She had a fluffy white neck and underbelly, and the variations of grey and blue-grey on her pelt didn’t fail to amaze. “Hollyblaze, who is this? Don’t you remember Mistydust’s story?” Hollyblaze blinked at the strong she-cat respectfully. “Mysticstar,” She started steadily. “This is Splotchkit, my kit.”
