Ch. 1
Roaring. Just loud, bone shaking roaring. The sound pounded at the skinny, big eared dark spotted tabby kit who wrapped his little tail tightly around his paws. He sat crouched in a patch of long grass on the side of a thunderpath hoping the shiny monsters wouldn't notice him and eat him. Mother said to stay here, don't move. She was taking his brother, Pocket, across the thunderpath and would be right back for him. But where was she? What was taking so long. He'd been squeezing his eyes shut because the loud roaring sounds just made everything to scary for him to bare, he now slowly opened his eyes and peering through the green grass. A monster swoosh past him making all of his fur stand on end but he stayed completely still like mother told him. Taking a moment to settle his shaken little nerves the kit glared across the thunderpath. There on the other laid a strangley familiar lump. It was completely still and in that moment even though the kit could not fully understand why he knew that his mother was not coming back. He tucked his paws under him and watched the lump hoping maybe he'd see her move and cross the path to him. He longed to see those soft green eyes look down at him and hear her purr comforting words.
Soon the sun began to fall behind the trees and the moon took its place. Still, the kit sat motionless in the patch of grass. He couldn't disobey mother. What if she moved and came to got him. If he wasn't there she'd be very worried. His eyes stared across the path for as long as they could till they began to droop shut and he fell asleep. Morning came quickly and the kit woke shivering from the brisk air that hit his damp cost covered in dew. His entire body screamed and ached from not moving all night. His heart felt heavy and fear kept in. He knew his mother was gone but what was he going to do? He was all alone. He was too young to know how to hunt and so small that a pigeon could swoop down to eat him. The monsters seemed to have thinned out now and they weren't as loud as they had been. Maybe he could cross the path and go to the den that mother had been telling him about. Yes, that was what he was gonna do.
Slowly, the kit arched his dark back and stretched each white paw one by one then walked a little bit closer to the thunderpath. He looked one way then the other hoping they would rush up on him as he ran across. When it all seemed clear he bunched his back legs underneath of him and sprang forward to cross the path. He'd made it half way when a giant black monster came barreling towards him roaring so loud the kit thought he was going to go deaf. All of a sudden the kit felt frozen. He tried to move but his feet were planted and his eyes were locked onto the monster. Fear had taken over. The kit closed his eyes waiting for the monster to gulp him up. He even felt his paws be lift off of the ground and his body swing in the air. Was the monster carrying him?
The kit opened his bright green eyes and found himself plopped down on a bed of grass. Beside him a big long haired silver tabby tom panted for breath as he glared down at the kit with angry golden eyes.
"What were ya doing kit?" He hissed after he had caught his breath. The kit didn't say anything he just blinked.
" Ya almost died if it wasn't for me. I should've left ya out there. I almost got myself skinned. Hey, don't ya know not to cross this Thunderpath? There is a safer spot to cross just down the way near the stream." The tom rambled. "And say, kit wheres your mother?"
The kit lowered himself close to the ground and his body began to shake. Shock was starting to set in. He looked past the silver tom at the white and tabby body that laid lifeless next to the thunderpath. The tom's eyes followed his glare and his body went somber.
" That's rough kit. I'm sorry. Whatcha call yaself?"
"Spectacles."
"What? Speak up kit. A mouse is louder than you."
"Spectacles."
"Alright. Well nice to meet ya, Spects. the I'm Roamer by the way. Say, your probably hungry aren't ya? Why don't ya follow me and we can get some food in your belly."
And just like that Roamer was trotting away from the kit and the thunderpath. Spects looked once last time at what use to be his mother and then sprinted off after the older tom.
Soon the sun began to fall behind the trees and the moon took its place. Still, the kit sat motionless in the patch of grass. He couldn't disobey mother. What if she moved and came to got him. If he wasn't there she'd be very worried. His eyes stared across the path for as long as they could till they began to droop shut and he fell asleep. Morning came quickly and the kit woke shivering from the brisk air that hit his damp cost covered in dew. His entire body screamed and ached from not moving all night. His heart felt heavy and fear kept in. He knew his mother was gone but what was he going to do? He was all alone. He was too young to know how to hunt and so small that a pigeon could swoop down to eat him. The monsters seemed to have thinned out now and they weren't as loud as they had been. Maybe he could cross the path and go to the den that mother had been telling him about. Yes, that was what he was gonna do.
Slowly, the kit arched his dark back and stretched each white paw one by one then walked a little bit closer to the thunderpath. He looked one way then the other hoping they would rush up on him as he ran across. When it all seemed clear he bunched his back legs underneath of him and sprang forward to cross the path. He'd made it half way when a giant black monster came barreling towards him roaring so loud the kit thought he was going to go deaf. All of a sudden the kit felt frozen. He tried to move but his feet were planted and his eyes were locked onto the monster. Fear had taken over. The kit closed his eyes waiting for the monster to gulp him up. He even felt his paws be lift off of the ground and his body swing in the air. Was the monster carrying him?
The kit opened his bright green eyes and found himself plopped down on a bed of grass. Beside him a big long haired silver tabby tom panted for breath as he glared down at the kit with angry golden eyes.
"What were ya doing kit?" He hissed after he had caught his breath. The kit didn't say anything he just blinked.
" Ya almost died if it wasn't for me. I should've left ya out there. I almost got myself skinned. Hey, don't ya know not to cross this Thunderpath? There is a safer spot to cross just down the way near the stream." The tom rambled. "And say, kit wheres your mother?"
The kit lowered himself close to the ground and his body began to shake. Shock was starting to set in. He looked past the silver tom at the white and tabby body that laid lifeless next to the thunderpath. The tom's eyes followed his glare and his body went somber.
" That's rough kit. I'm sorry. Whatcha call yaself?"
"Spectacles."
"What? Speak up kit. A mouse is louder than you."
"Spectacles."
"Alright. Well nice to meet ya, Spects. the I'm Roamer by the way. Say, your probably hungry aren't ya? Why don't ya follow me and we can get some food in your belly."
And just like that Roamer was trotting away from the kit and the thunderpath. Spects looked once last time at what use to be his mother and then sprinted off after the older tom.