username; amberthepeng
name; hazel - warrior cat name being gingerpelt
gender; female
story; hazel was born on a small farm, distant from civilization. the owner of the farm put hazel and the other kittens of her litter up for adoption on a petfinder website. after a couple days, the owner of the farm got a call from people looking to adopt hazel. after chatting over the phone for a few hours, they arranged something. another day passed and a car showed up at the farm. the owner of the farm picked hazel up and quietly whispered "Good luck in your new home" in her ear, and handed her to the mother of the family who had showed up in the car. they climbed in to the car and the mother handed hazel to the child in the back of the car, who squealed with delight. hazel purred with delight as the child smiled down at the small kitten.
that night, the family drove to the store to get hazel toys & other supplies. so, being the curious kitten hazel was, she narrowed her eyes and started leaping up on counters, inspecting pots with plants in them, and a fair bit of knocking over things. after a few minutes of exploring the house and being mischevious, hazel got tired and bored, so she found a comfortable place and curled up with her tail rapped around her small body and rested her head on her paws. she woke up to a door closing, and looked up to see the family entering with huge plastic bags full of things she couldn't make out. she leaped to her paws and rushed to the child who she had spent time with in the car, and eagerly climbed up his leg. the child laughed happily, and took her in to his arms. the mother let out a disgusted sigh and looked around at the mess hazel had caused. the father stood beside her and patted her back, muttering something about cleaning up the mess. the child, who's name was oliver, started sorting threw a bag and found her teal mouse. (the one seen in the picture). he picked her up and ran in to another room and started dangling the mouse above hazel. she sat down, puzzled.
what should i do with that? she had thought. oliver started making the mouse move in the air, which got hazel's attention. she leaped up at it, clawing it out of oliver's hand. she gave a triumphant glare at the mouse and started gnawing on it. after a few exciting hours of playing with hazel and the mouse, it was time for oliver to go to bed. hazel followed him around to his bed and they slept soundly that night. the next morning, it was more playing, sometimes with different toys, but mostly the same. hazel was very content in her new home.
days had passed. hazel became more independent, learning new ways to use her lithe body to her advantage. she learned how to divide her time between venturing outside, playing with oliver, and studying the mother and father's ways. a few weeks passed. she discovered the clans. one clan, called lavaclan, invited her to join. she accepted, having a plan. every night she'd sneak back to her twoleg house and see oliver. after a time of doing this, she brought oliver to her clan. they were all scared at first, but she introduced them to him. they were still suspicious, but oliver started helping them. he improved their camp. brought them food.
clanfood! it was like he was a cat. like he understood them.
hazel became gingerpaw, and then gingerpelt, discovering her personality- she was sassy, with a sharp tongue, and made sure she would get what she wanted. the clan, and oliver, respected this. this went on for the rest of oliver- and gingerpelt's lives.
the end!! thank you for reading. ^^