His Story Thus Far

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The sky glowed with hues of pinks, purples, oranges and reds, as the sun was slowly making its way to the top of the sky to claim its throne once more. The air has remained cool for several days, becoming even more colder by the day, the sea didn't help making anything warmer. Mist rose in the air from the body of water. The grass that still fought to reach the sun, despite the cold, swayed in the wind, while palm tree's stood tall and proud, doing the occasional tip-over.
Teal coloured eyes scanned the sand barren land, with few bushes and other plant life. A lone coconut lay near a fallen palm tree, its shell frayed and worn out. The carnivore smirked, and rose to it's four paws. It shook sand from its sand coloured fur. He sheathed and unshethed his claws, playing with the grains of sand on the pad of his feet.
After a while he went out into a trot, leaving behind small foot prints behind him. But the wind rolled and tossed sand over and in the paw prints, eventually making it look like its been there for days. Tail swaying back and forth, the feline stood with pride. True, he was an ordinary house cat, or as the Clan calls it, a kittypet. But he belonged in the wild, that he knew. It ran in his blood, it pumped his heart, it fed his soul. He was born in the wild, and he will die in the wild. Yet he was still far too young in die.
An oil spill has raged through the beach, crashing in the four Clans the resided there. As it washed back, it took lives with it. It didn't grasp his own life, though. Now he is deputy of his Clan, with few numbers.
The oil spill was recent, and the Clans were still trying to bring their numbers back up with little trouble, besides the fact that their homes were destroyed. PalmClan, that was the Clan he resided in, he was born here in the Nursery with two sisters. His mother, Emberstripe, was always out hunting and fishing for them. But that's not what he thought. At the time he was Sandkit, living with Shorekit and Currentkit. As they grew older, their mother was out more often. Eventually Currentkit left to find something other then the tiny den they were trapped in for several months. Snadkit decided to go find her, and Shorekit tagged along.
But they had never found her. Instead she went away with a group of dogs, the Bandits. They lived in the Driftwood Pile, and were out to slughter the cats on the beach and take over. Sandkit, on his travels thorughout PalmClan, ran ito his father, Oceanstone. He was a rather insecure and a clumsy creature, but he was a great father once he got to know him.
Shorekit ran away after a while, too. So Sandkit grew up in the wild by himself. No PalmClan warrior found him, so he lived on his own for nearly two months. That was until he ran into a patrol cat, Stromcall. He was tkaen back to camp, where he was reunited with Oceanstone and Emberstripe.
After returning to camp and meeting the PalmClan leader, Firestar, Sandkit became Sandpaw at the Apprentice Ceremony. His mentor was Ringtail. How great was she of a mentor. They bonded, and he trusted her with his young life. She tought him offensive attacks and defensive attacks, hunting and fishing, surviving in the wild and how to take care of yourself. That was when the oil spill hit the beach, and when Sandpaw became Sandclaw.
The beach was black for weeks, but as the rains came it slowly washed away. Cats' bodies washed away with it, Emberstripe with it.
Some cats scattered during the oil spill, but Sandclaw satyed. PalmClan is the only place for him to be so here he will stay. Here he claimed the position of Deputy, knowing he was far too young to take on the role of Leader.

The coconut spilt open, letting it's milk easily slide out, wetting Sandclaw's paws. Lifting a paw, he licked the sweet liquids from his paw, and lay the coconut shells up-right, so they looked like bowls. He just couldn't wait to get into the coconut meat, and get rid of his hunger. Food has been scarce becuase of the oil spill. Fish swam away and relocated, birds died, the plants didn't bear anymore fruit until next summer in the least, and the game meat scattered. Oyster's are most likely toxic, and lifeless bodies around are probably deadly as well. Sandclaw hasn't eaten meat for a good week, and he needed it soon. His body wasn't functioning as well as it used to, living off roots, grass, and very few coconuts.
He's a meat eater, and he needed meat. Sandclaw's body began to crave meat again. He only sighed and looked to the sky, the sun was higher then it was before. The base of his ear twitched, his whiskeres moving with the slight breeze in the air.
Then he shook his head, lowering it to one of the two bowel's, then began to lick the coconut juice out of one of them. It's sweet liquid made his taste buds jump, and as it rolled down his throat he felt such a wonderful sensation of drinking the milk.

"You're not going to eat that alone, are you, Sandclaw?" said a mysterious voice from behind him. It took Sandclaw off guard, so he whipped around and saw the familiar figure of one of his friends since kit-hood appeared in front of him. Firestorm.
"You think I was able to chow this down all by myself?" Sandclaw said with a snicker. "Have this one." he motioned his paw to one of the spare bowls, and Firestorm took a place in front of it. This ginger tabby is Sandclaw's best friend, since kit-hood. They could tell eachoher everything. Sure, there would be small fights and bickering, but they were to remain friends until the end. As if it were destiny.
Firestrom was a stronger built feline, better built, and different coloured. Unlike Sandclaw, Firestorm's face was bold, etched with muscular detail, and his body was designed to hunt the badgers, and excel at swimming all the same. Sandclaw had to admit it, he was a little envious of Firestorm, but then again, who wouldn't? Sandclaw's frame was petite and fragile, designed to run like no other creature could. From what he heard, he was the best of he best. But because of his small body, he loses energy quicker then other cats would.
"Paw to Sandclaw, you alive?" Firestorm said with a chuckle, waving his paw in front of his friends face, brushing against his whiskers. Sandclaw eventually sneezed when his whiskers moved, and chuckled as well, wipping his nose.
"Ah, uhmmm, yeah!" Sandclaw said with a slight smirk, looking into his coconut bowl and saw no more milk in it. Instead, it's white meat inside was inside, looking very alluring. Before he took a bite out of it, he looked up to Firestorm, who already was eating his meat. Sandclaw sighed with a smile, taking a solemn bite from his coconut. It's sweet taste filled throughout his mouth. It has beena while since he had a coconut, and it will be a while longer since the palm tree's bear no more until next summer.
"So, what are the plans to bring back PalmClan to anew?" Firestrom asked while licking his lips.
"Well, clean up the place a little bit, of course. Making it feel a little more homely, so hopefully it will attract prey." Sandclaw began, pondering on the question. "Get the sickly and wounded to the Medical Den for Majesticleaf."

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Still a work in progress. Firestorm is an imaginary charatcer, used in this story only. Perhaps when I find more time to play all three of my cats and the addition that this site is more active to have a good reson to bring him here, I might.
This is a story based around Sandclaw, since I know how to play him best and his story.
This is a story for my grandma, her birthday is coming up and will soon pass. So I have been working my brain to bring this up. It's not the greatest for a chapter of a novel, and I'm still progressing.

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Ignore the typo's, for now I'm creating the mold to the story, the typo's and spelling grammer could be chipped away later to make a master-piece of my own.

Besides, it's 1:41 PM here, I'm still tired. (:!

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Hopefully I'll have the muse and time to dosome more in the near future. =D