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[WooingWyandotte]

Bumpety-bump-vump

 

[Turken Lover9847]

Oops sorry guys !! I totally forgot about my own thread .

Thanks WW for reviving it twice

Since no one voted I will select the winner . The winner of the first create a story is .......... We will tell you right after this messages !

 

[Theeggboxtoo]

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[WooingWyandotte]

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x2! lol,

 

[WooingWyandotte]

What happened?

 

[Turken Lover9847]

The winner is WooingWyandotte !! For the story Ada's life - Ada's Life

I remember my first moments, my mothers rough toungue licking me off, me and my brothers and sisters crying for food. I grew rapidly, but was the smallest kitten in the litter. My size bothered me, and I confided about it to my mother,
"Mummy," My forehead was creased with worry.
"Yes, Ada?" Her green eyes shifted in my direction and I moved closer to her comforting tummy.
"I-I'm small,"
"Don't you worry, you will grow up nice and pretty. Your just a bit small starting out."
I looked down at my grey paws, recalling the last time I tried to forget about my size, I'd hurt myself badly because my brother and sisters were large and strong now at seven weeks old. Here I was, so small and left out. I had run crying to mummy, she licked my hurt body but she didn't help my wounded pride.
"But mummy I haven't even caught a mouse...here I am seven weeks old!"
"Ada," Her serious green eyes looked into my yellow ones, "You have spunk, who told you that you have to be a big cat to rule the alley ways? Your hardiness and tenacity will take you a long way in life, the life of a cat. Which is no easy one. So take heart, and you know what else?"
"What?"
"My sister..you remind me so much of her. She was a runt too, but she was strong willed. Don't be sad about your size, size is just a barrier in the mind, the heart is what really counts, Ada."
"Yes mommy," I smiled and nestled my head into her warm fur.



A week later someone new entered the barn that I grew up in. I was gazing up in the rafters wishing I could catch a mouse when a shriek of delight startled me out of my daydreaming. I peered over the edge of the loft, a little girl of about four years old was cuddling my sister who was meowing for mother in her terror. Mother jumped out of the loft and hissed at the girl, hair up on her back she was ready to defend her daughter.
I watched in awe at this new side of mother I'd never seen. The girl watched with wide brown eyes, then getting the message she dropped the kitten and ran to another human by the barn door.
Mother snapped at all of us to go back to the loft where I was.
"So," She began, "never, ever, ever let a human pick you up. They are dangerous creatures that killed my father. Never trust, never touch, never even let a human see you. I want to protect my darlings, that's why I'm enforcing these strict rules."


We obeyed and eventually for the next three months turned into wild strays. One day, I decided something. So I went to mother to talk it over.
"Mom?" I wondered into the barn, my sleek grey tabbiness lurking through the rusty machinery, "Mother?" I found her nestled with her recent batch of kittens.
"What is it?" She got a little grumpy when she was intterupted with her babies.
"I will do what you want me to do,"
"Go away?"
"No, growing up."
"Yes! Go! You are old enough."
"Ok, g'bye mother." I glanced at her for the last time.
"Good bye, Ada. And remember size is not important, heart is. Remember always I will love you!" She smiled and I noticed some tears falling.
"Bye," I turned around and ran out of the barn, I cried as I went, though I didn't know where I was going. I went to the edge of the dirt road and went north trotting briskly. I trotted mile after mile tirelessly till I came to a town.
I was a country cat. I had never been to the city and I was terrified of the honking cars, buses, screaming children, and all of the above.


I soon grew acclimated to this life and for the next two years settled down comfortably by eating mice and rats and birthing kittens which I raised dutifully and loved them so much, I could understand what mother went through raising me and my siblings.
Every morning I would go to the deli and, disobeying my mother I would meow for the human to come out and give me my meat. He always did at precisely 8:00 am. If I had kittens with me they would trot behind me and the jolly italian would laugh and his mouth would smile, he would give me extra meat if I had babies with me. One day he actually took one of my daughters, but I didn't mind. She was three months old, plenty old enough to go away.
I lived a lovely life and after two years of my steady routine, I grew tired of the city and went back down the country road and up to the barn. The actual house was deserted and the barn was in shambles, but my mother was still there.
We had a joyful reunion and since then, we have been best friends and mothers together. We underwent many adventures and made many friends, but those are stories for another time.

Congrats !! You get to decide the next topic !!

 

[WooingWyandotte]

Thanks! :3

How about the next topic be about a girl/boy that is distraught after both parents die of pneumonia and the kids have to make their way through the world.

 

[Turken Lover9847]

BTW - You can also enter in your own contest

 

[Dapplepony]

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Can I write about brother and sister or does it have to be one child?

 

[Turken Lover9847]

I'll ask WW.