Warrior cats (c.) Erin Hunter the Author of the National bestselling series.

Ginger (c.) Me

                                    Ginger lay in the hay of the horse barn. She layed there board out of her mind. She walked out the barn and leap onto the wooden fence. She was a young 10 moon old she cat who had bright ginger fur with a white muzzle and front paws. She spoted a mouse and went in to a hunting stance. She moved forward and leap at it killing it with her powerful paw. She bite down into the juicy mouse and ate. She licked her lips and walked down to the lake for a drink. The lush damp ground felt good under her pads and she felt as nothing good go wrong on such a nice day. She decided she would go for a walk around part of the lake.She was on hilly moor land when a group of three cats appered they hissed and shouted. She ran from them crossing a river and ran into the trees. Now she was way farther away then she wanted to be. She couldn't even see the barn now. She panted and sat by a large Oak tree. She looked around and parted her mouth to sent the air. Cats were here too. She looked around worried. Soon after this she felt sharp claws dig into her back. She hissed in protest and flung her self onto her back. The cat under her hissed and shoved her in the air with his powerful legs. She spun aroung to see a Black tom cat with a brown belly and amber eyes. And long legs. She hissed and he hissed back.

                                        "Your just a Kittypet!" He hissed. "Get out of Thunder Clan's land!"

                                        "I'm no kittypet and trust me I don't want to be here!" Ginger yelled back her claws diging into the ground.

                                         "Get ou---" He began.

                                         "Spiderleg what are you doing to this barn cat?" It was Brackenfur and his apprenticeWhitepaw.

                                          "This cat is on Thunder Clan land!" He protested.

                                          "Calm down Spiderleg she means no harm look at her. And she is out numbered now." BrackenFur said in a clam voice.

                                          Taking notice of this Ginger step back and let her claws go back in. She looked at BrackenFur and looked over the lake.

                                            "I just need to get back to the barn.I'm sorry i was scared off by some other cats on the moor land." Ginger said a bit uneasy.

                                            "That must of been a Wind Clan patrol. But it's to dark for you to make it back to the barn today." Whitepaw said.

        &;   "I'm no kittypet and trust me I don't want to be here!" Ginger yelled back her claws diging into the ground.

                                         "Get ou---" He began.

                                         "Spiderleg what are you doing to this barn cat?" It was Brackenfur and his apprenticeWhitepaw.

                                          "This cat is on Thunder Clan land!" He protested.

                                          "Calm down Spiderleg she means no harm look at her. And she is out numbered now." BrackenFur said in a clam voice.

                                          Taking notice of this Ginger step back and let her claws go back in. She looked at BrackenFur and looked over the lake.

                                            "I just need to get back to the barn.I'm sorry i was scared off by some other cats on the moor land." Ginger said a bit uneasy.

                                            "That must of been a Wind Clan patrol. But it's to dark for you to make it back to the barn today." Whitepaw said.

                                             Whitepaw followed and Spiderleg glared at Ginger waiting for her to go. She stepped forward and followed Whitepaw's tail through the trees. Spiderleg Followed behind and kept a close eye on her. She could feel his amber cool eyes burning on her back and wished she could of been last in line. She followed Whitepaw through a wall of thorns and bramble with only a tunnel the size for a cat. She came out the other side and gazed at the hollow full of cats. A kit playing with its mom by the nursery. Young cats play fighting together. Cats eating and sunning their fur. She had never seen so many cats in one place. They walked up to a large tom that looked like a flame of fire against the stony walls. A ginger she cat sat by him her tail wrapped around her. The tomcat stepped forward.

                                           "Who might this be?" Said the flame colored tomcat.

                                           The other cats separated to let Ginger stand in front of him. The cats around the hollow had now begun to gather around. Ginger gulped then lets a voice that she tried to