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Troublesome Memories and Lost Secrets Chp. 7 Dry lighting lit up the sky, followed by the loud roar of thunder that shook the house. Crystal was inside her room, it was dark, despite the candle she had on her bedside table. She then reached for the book under her bed, she had hidden it to make sure no one would find what she knew would be important...the only problem was that it was just a feeling, she wasn't sure if it was going to answer many of her scrambled questions. Next, she hopped onto the bed with the diary. Once comfy, she opened up the book, and tried to locate the page where the date was the exact date of her mother's death. Immediately after she found it, she went to read what was the interior of its paragraph of possible answers and secrets.
Crystal suddenly then heard a knock on her door. She then rapidly dragged the book with her down onto the ground and hid it under her bed. Crystal then bolted to her door, and opened it up just to where the ligh
Troublesome Memories and Lost Secrets Chp. 6 A shriek erupted, it pierced the ears of anything near. Crystal's cape flew out behind her. The meadow seemed to stretch far in front of her, never ending, never reaching her destination, where the shriek formed. She felt like she was flying, her paws hardly touching the ground. She ran and ran, but, never gained ground, like she was running in place.
"You are to late. You have failed. Death is your punishment," meowed an echoing, cruel, mocking voice.
"No!" screamed Crystal. "No!" she continued to yowl. Suddenly she opened her eyes. She was in her bed, the blankets scattered. Her throat was dry and cracked. She tried to make a sound, but even the slightest nosie didn't even make it out. She then slowly got out of bed, then made her way to her door. Once down the stairs she then padded into the kitchen to find her sister. Which was no surprise.
"Are you okay
Troublesome Memories and Lost Secrets Chapter 5 The sound of heavy breathing, and paws thumping on the ground erupted. Suddenly, a tan tom with dark brown patches zoomed by. A few seconds later followed by at least four cloaked cats. They were in a dark alley, their shadows dancing on the stone wall. One moment the shadows are there, then next they shoot upward. A cat's meow echoed quietly through the alley. Followed by a hiss, then more whispering. Without warning, claws scrapped down the stone wall, ear piercing, making the shadows of the whispering cats on the wall lay close to the ground, ears flat against their head, trying to prevent continuous pain in their ears.
"We need to get out of here!" exclaimed one of the cats that still lay on the ground, their ears still pinned down.
"Not as long as there is a breath in body. Attack!" yowled a cat from above. Suddenly, the cats bellow, thier shadows tussleing with other new shadows, the s
Troublesome Memories and Lost Secrets Chapter 4 Crystal was currently still padding back and fourth, talking with other family members. She had a fairly long conversation with one of Jewel's half sisters. She was very nice, graceful, and seemed cautious. Her name was Annabeth, she was a long furred blue gray she-cat with a long fluffy tail. She had soft, but deep blue eyes. She then meant the only half brother Jewel had, Smoke. He was a dark gray male with mystic green eyes. Annabeth told her quite a pawful about Jewel's mother. She was a mischievous she-cat.
She was nice, but reckless, and very adventurous. She was a black and white she-cat with white small and delicate paws. She was mostly white, with icy blue eyes. Her name was Evanglean, her mother and father were killed trying to protect her from a band of thugs when she was younger, but they had been murdered viciously and she was their prisoner. She soon learned their ways, secrets, and tricks. She soon was a
Troublesome Memories and Lost Secrets Chapter 3 "What happened?" meowed many curious voices of the various cats in the family. They were outside of the house, sitting or standing around on the soft green grass. The bright sun was high in the clear blue sky. Much of her family had arrived and were crowding around Fury, curious to what happened.
"Nothing, he was just, cut...it was an accident," lied Crystal. She didn't like lying to her family, but if she told the truth, they would freak out.
"Where is that rotten brother of mine?" teased one of Crystal's uncles, Rivius, one of Slivius's brothers. A white tom with jet black paws padded toward Crystal. He had amber eyes, that were full of joy.
"He is...out," meowed Crystal. She didn't want to talk about what would soon become a new tradition for him, to drink. Which is not good, she didn't want her father to live the rest of his life drinking, to be drunk.
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