Chapter One
Scar Is My Name And Bad Luck Is My Game. I've Been Through Everything you can think of. When I Was First Born My Mother Died And o Did My Siblings. My Dad Raised Me With His Sister. Beetle And Maple Where Their Names. They Died To. I Have No Friends Or Family Left, But I, I Know I'll Survive. But This My Dear Friend. . . Is My Story.
I Pushed Through The Thick Undergrowth In The Woods. I Lived in a small den along the bank of a creek. it was early spring, but I still had bad hunting. I sighed, Walking Back Towards My den. "Oh" I Squeaked As Something Pointy Poked My Pad. I looked down to see a piece if glass sitting underneath me, blood dripping of the corner. My very own yellowish-green eyes stared back at me. I have a white face with grayish-black stripes and yellow eyes with green middles. I Felt as though something was watching me And I looked up to see 5 cats staring at me. the leader was a black cat with green eyes and white ear-tips. The One Next To It Was White With Ice Blue Eyes And A Scary Smile. The One On the Other side Of It Was a Brown Cat With Black Splotches and at the very back was a grey cat with amber eyes. But In The Middle Of Them Was There Prisoner, A Orange And White Tortoiseshell With Half Of Her Face White And Half Her Face Orange. "Let Us Pass" Growled Their Leader. "Yeah, Let Maskerade And Us pass Or Else We'll Take You Prisoner" Said The White Tom. "No" I Told Them. I Would Not Let Them Hurt The Cat They Had Taken As Prisoner. "Shush Now Leroy, Now, How Bout You And Dapple Take Him On Hmm" Asked Maskerade Mischievously. Leroy And The Brown Cat With Black Splotches, Who I Know Assumed To Be Dapple, Walked Up To Me. I Unsheathed My Claws And Hissed.
Leroy Jumped At, I Dodged, And He Hit The Trees. Suddenly, I Felt Claws Rake Dow My Flank. I Hissed Again, And Turned To So Dapple, Blood Dripping From His Claws. He Slashed At My Face And I Fell Over. Leroy Slashed At Me, Tearing My Ear. I Yelped And Tried To Stagger Up. All Of A Sudden, I Heard A Yowl And I Opened My Eyes. In Front Of Me Was The She-Cat. She Was Tearing At The Toms. They Both Ran Back To Hide Behind Maskerade. He Hissed At Them. Come On Boys. "You Young Cat, Better Your Steps Around Here From Now" He Hissed At Me. The She-cat Turned To Me "Hi, What's Your Name" She Asked, Obviously Trying To Sound Polite. "I'm Scar, What's Your Name" I Asked. She Turned Towards The Direction The Cats Had Went. "Me, I'm Star"
