Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

Shadowstorm · ShadowClan Deputy

RE: Bubbleshine's Story den ]|I've been PUBLISHED ONLINE!!! XDDDDDD!!! |[

Lilyspirit · RiverClan Warrior

RE: Bubbleshine's Story Den ]| Comming back to life |[

Lilyspirit · RiverClan Warrior

A Tune to Hum
Short story

   He looked across the street. He saw a large tree that seemed to be splitting in a thousand pieces. "Mom, what's that?" He asked, tapping the lady on her shoulder. His mother turned around and faced him, eyes wrinkled at the very edges.
   "Why, That's a Willow tree." She laughed, setting her brown box down, "I can't believe you've never seen a picture of one. We lived for ten years in florida, and I never once showed you what one looked like?" She asked, laughter tickling her throat.
   "Nope." The boy answered, admiring the simplistic beauty of the Willow. He rushed away from his mother who was unpacking their boxes. Each held an item of his life back in Florida. His mother and him had lived alone there for ten years, and then she descided it was time for a change. She took all of her belongings, and left with her ten year old son to Massachusetts. She didn't know how she'd make a new life, but it didn't really matter to her. She had enough money saved up to last them well over four months in their cozy little house.
   "Be back for supper, Zakary!" his mother called after him. He yelled his agreement back to her and made his way to the captivating tree. His feet rushed across the familiar pavement, the yellow stripes not on this quiet street. He stopped in front of the strange plant, observing it's odd branches. Something shiney caught his eye, and, being a seven year old, he moved closer to inspect. Two shiney things were staring back at him. They were white with a black dot in the middle. A ring of deep blue surrounded the black, and they reminded him of his mother's breakfast of eggs, always cooked too much.
   "Are you a Willow tree, too?" He asked the two strange objects. They were shadowed by the odd branches.
   "Maybe." It answered, disapearing for a second, then re-appearing.
   "I'm Zakary." He said to the new things, seeing them sparkle when he talked.
   "I'm Willow." it said, something below it moving upward. The tree moved forward and streached it's branches towards him. It was then that he realised it was a kid like himself. She was a cute little girl with brown hair fastened into pigtails, that shined gold in the afternoon sunlight. Her cheeks were rosy, even though it was a hot summer day.
   "Are you a tree?" He asked, confusion taking over his features.
   "Maybe." She replied, smiling.
   "Zakary! Time for dinner!" His mom's voice rang from his new house, shaking the branches.
   "I got to go." He said to the tree-girl, "I'll be back tomarrow, though. I live right over there." He pointed to his tan house, "Will I see you here?"
   "Maybe." She answered with a smile. Zakary ran to his house clumbsily, anxious to eat his dinner and see the tree-girl the next day.

Florestadream · RiverClan Warrior

Oh, joy. I get to get caught up on another. ;) Hey Lily! :3 I'mma back. *huggles*

Lilyspirit · RiverClan Warrior

VALLY!!! *glomps.* Do nawt pull that on us again!! I leterally cried for days. :( nawt kool, Vally.

Lilyspirit · RiverClan Warrior

A Tune to Hum
Part two

   Zakary got up the next morning. He was more than anxious to see the tree-girl again. he got out of bed, threw some brown shorts and a white shirt on, and rushed outside barefoot. He didn't care about shoes. The sun was hot, and the tar on the street warmed his toes. He made his way carefully across the street to the great, billowing tree. He peered through it's branches.
   Nope. The tree-girl wasn't there. She sighed and sat down beneath the tree, hoping that maybe she'd come back.
   Zakary had never had a friend before. Sure, his mother took him to see other boys for playdates, but the guys were either too shy, or too rough. He wanted someone he could just play pretend with. He wanted to sail a ship across the ocean that he'd lived at like the man who discovered America. He was the character in one of his mother's many stories.
   He heard a small cough, and stood up suddenly, not realising he'd been about to doze off. Zakary frowned, and followed to where he'd heard the sound come from. It was behind the house next to the willow tree. He looked into the back yard, which did not have a fence. There was a girl laying in the long grass. She had a white dress on, that layed around her much like her hair.
   Zakary approched her, but didn't make a sound. He silently took a seat next to her, watching the rise and fall of her chest. She wasn't dead. He looked at her face, and her cheeks were rosy as ever. He gasped at the peaceful serenity of it all. It was a feeling of protection and awe in the pit of his stomache. "Are you an Angel?" He whispered, not sure if she'd answer.
   "Maybe." She breathed. Her words were carried off by a gentle wind, and, in the sunlight, he was almost positive she had white, feathery wings.
   "Will you be my friend?" He asked a bit louder this time. She opened her eyes, and the sun hit them just right so it seemed as if they passed though her irises.
   "Maybe." She whispered in her gentle, caressing voice.
   He smiled. Maybe was answer enough for him.

-- Edited by Lilyspirit at 20:03, 2008-10-21

Florestadream · RiverClan Warrior

RE: Bubbleshine's Story Den ]| A Tune to Hum |[

Emberpaw · WindClan Apprentice

-holds on to Vally and never lets go- :B
B'aw. <333
Haha, I love how Willow keeps saying maybe.
:3

Lilyspirit · RiverClan Warrior

Willow's sooo cute. n.n I'm gonna write another chapter, then do a time skip. n.n

Emberpaw · WindClan Apprentice

OH YAY
8D
I love time-skips. :3
They confuzzle people; I like confuzzling people. >;3
Also, I think Zakary is an odd way to spell the name, but it's still nice. :B