Here's an updated reminder of the prizes:
cFirst Prize is your poem or story carefully written down and letter from me. PLUS a review of your blog and an "Edie Reacts to... post on my blog about something of your choice.
Second Prize is a signed copy of Varjak Paw by S.F Said.
Third Prize is a Build a bear black cat (premade)
All three will have their entry on my blog!!!
So, I will now Announce the winners. In reverse order...
Third Prize goes to: Iris - From Hello world it's me Iris!
Second Prize goes to: Moonbaby - from Just add Jellybeans!!
First Prize goes to: Nabila - From Hot Town Cool girl!!!
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Thank You for everything!
Here is Iris's poem:
Here is Iris's poem:
My cat is black
Her name is Olive
My cat is soft
She hears a tinkle
It comes closer
She is scared
A cat comes out and the war starts
But I love her the way she is
Here is Moonbaby's Poem:
The Ebony Cat
I see her eyes staring intensely,
patterns swirling in the bottomless depths of the pupil,
Her amber iris twitching and twisting sharply.
Ebony, shimmering fur ripples across the path,
and a flash of jet black sprints away.
I follow it, and see two sharp, mountain peak like ears.
They are listening fiercely.
I wonder what she's seen?
I wonder where she's been?
I wonder if the life she lived before,
was a happy one?
Here is Nabila's short story:
"Hiss!" I said in the mouse's direction. I really wanted to finish this kill soon before the sun set, but I also would not retreat because this was a very juicy mouse and that was something you almost never found in a city like mine.
"Come to mama!" I said, or really more like breathed the words in the mouse's direction. I saw the mouse's lip quiver but Oliver stood still. Oliver was the name I decided to call it just then. I knew it was afraid of me. I had always been the best hunter in the clan because I was black, so I could hide easily. Also, I looked more, how do I put this, scary. Being black could also be a curse. Everyone thinks you're bad luck. But to mice, I was.
I saw Oliver looking in the direction of the drain pipes, probably planning his escape. And that was my chance to get him, I knew, so I struck. I put my paw in the air about to get him when he suddenly looked back and, before I could get him, scurried off into the pipes.
"Ugg!" I said. Well, this was annoying. Then I remembered why I had to get the mouse. I looked up into the foggy sky, polluted by all the city lights, and saw the sun was on the horizon, which meant I would almost not be able to see my way back to the den or get dinner started by sunset.
But the other cats would have extra, or so I hoped. Accompanied by the sounds of my tummy growling, I scurried off into the sunset and back to the den. All of my fellow black cats who were not wanted by anyone else, were already there. When I got there, I was greeted with lots of meows from my fellow cats, but none of them were directed at me. I tried to sneak in to the place where I slept, but when I was almost to the door, I heard it. That commanding voice: "Nightfeather, come here!"
I would know that voice anywhere. It was the voice of Featherstar, the leader of the den. I was in trouble, I knew it. What would happen to me?
"I don't have all day," I heard in that same commanding voice.
"I don't have all day," I heard in that same commanding voice.
If I kept her waiting, it just make her even madder, so I trotted over to her and said, "Yes, ma'am?"
I was looking at her eyes, and she seemed to be looking me over, about to chastise me for the kill I as supposed to bring back.
Instead, she said, "The clan has decided, and I want to appoint you the best hunter."
I was stunned, and she noticed. In a motherly tone, she continued, "It will happen at dinner." Then she paused, probably wondering how put it. "This is a big honor for you, yes, but also for me, your mother."
Instead, she said, "The clan has decided, and I want to appoint you the best hunter."
I was stunned, and she noticed. In a motherly tone, she continued, "It will happen at dinner." Then she paused, probably wondering how put it. "This is a big honor for you, yes, but also for me, your mother."
After that, there was some awkward silence between us and then she just walked off to go talk to the council, I supposed. I was stunned by this announcement and how she had put it. Since she was my mother, she had to take care of me, but she almost never talked like that. And that I was the best hunter. I always knew it, but actually getting the award was amazing.
I heard someone walking over to me, which snapped me back to reality. A big cat, a bully, followed by his trio of friends, his bodyguards who did everything for him. "Always mammy's pet aren't you?" he scowled.
I thought about this. He always bullied me because I was the leader's daughter. He was a commoner's kit, and the son of a thief who had stolen something from the clan and had been banished even before I was born. I knew that just walking away would be the right thing.
But I rarely did the right thing.
But I rarely did the right thing.
"Well at least I fight for myself, while you have bodyguards. And at least I'm not the daughter of a traitor."
It was a low blow, I knew. I saw a bang of hurt go across his snout, but when he saw me looking, he retorted, ""Well I a least deserve my award. If you didn't hear, I got the best fighter. I got it because I actually deserve it, while you just got yours because of your mommy."
I actually had suspected he would get the award because even I had to admit he was one of the best fighters in the clan. But the last part about me just getting the award because of my mother hit me hard. Of course, I knew that this was illogical, and that it was against the clan rules to have preference because of relatives.
He must have seen the hurt in my face and noticed I didn't have any food in my paw because he snickered, "Hah! At least I can get my own food."
He must have seen the hurt in my face and noticed I didn't have any food in my paw because he snickered, "Hah! At least I can get my own food."
At that, I ran off to my room, not wanting to get into an actual fight with him. A little later, I heard someone call for dinner, but I didn't go down. After a while, I fell into a fitful sleep.
