Strange Ninjas

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Author's Note: Ninja Cats are strong, couragus, and stelth. But you should fallow the rules to become a humble ninja.

Shandrgon sniffed the air, checking for any strange scents.

“Bob,” Shandrgon said over his shoulder, nose crinkled. “Do you smell something like burnt chicken?” There was no answer. “Bob?” Shandrgon asked turning around. To his surprise, his partner had vanished. Scrabbling down from the tree, Shandrgon went looking for Bob. Once on the ground, he stealthily crawled into a bush that smelled like Bob.

“Bob?” he hissed. Shandrgon was starting to get a little nervace without his partner.

“Is this what you’re looking for?” a voice said as a silowet of a cat leaped forward. “I don’t think you will be seeing your friend anytime soon.” Then the shape vanished in a blink of an eye.

“Bob?” Shandrgon murmured feeling alone once more. His eyes were blinded with confusion as he ran to the Ninja Training Headquarters.

“Shan? Where's Bob?” a blue gray female cat mewed sounding a little worried.

“I … I … I don’t know exactly,” Shandrgon explained. “He just disappeared.”

    “No cat can just disappear!” she hissed, blood roaring in her ears. Shandrgon just nodded and went to go sit over on the other side of the Headquarters. The blue gray cat just kept shaking her head and went out in the direction that Shandrgon came from.
    “You can’t just go alone Calabula. I could show you were I think I last saw him,” Shandrgon padded after her without a answer.

In the Forest

    Two shapes slithered out of a bush wearing Shinobi Shozokus : the clothing that ninjas wear.
    “It was over here I saw that strange silowet,” Shandrgon told Calabula. Calabula sniffed the ground.
    “I can smell a sent that I have smelled before. Whotacki!” Calabula said shocked.
    “Who’s Whotacki?” Shandrgon asked wondering why she was so surprised.
    “Well, Whotacki is the ninja, like the rest of us. Every ninja knows the Ninja Law and that you should respect it, but Whotacki didn’t. He didn’t protect his partners and other fellow ninjas!” Shandrgon was speechless. “He blinds them with his diamond eyes. Cats that survive never come back the same.” A low rumble came from up in a tree.
    “You are correct.”
    “Whotacki!” Calabula murmured under her breath. Without thinking Shandrgon attacked.
    “Hiya!!” he screeched, catapulting toward Whotacki. Calabula looked at Shandrgon with awe. Whotacki didn’t know what to do. He leaped clumsily at Shandrgon. Whotacki was such an evil cat, but he didn’t know how to fight. Soon Calabula joined Shandrgon in the minny ninja cat battle. Randomly every cat was holding a BO in their mouths. The BO’s made a almost silent Clinking sound.

Clink! Clank!

    “Give up now!” Shandrgon hissed through his BO.
    “Never!” Whotacki hissed and he soon just vanished into thin air.
    “Well, that has never happened before,” Calabula said. Shandrgon smiled, but something rustled in the bushes.
    “What’s going on?” a voice said.
    “Bob!” Shandrgon yelled happily.
    “I think that we should go and get some Ninja Pie!” Bob giggled. Back at Ninja Training Headquarters Shandrgon, Bob, and Calabula shared their Pie with everyone there.

Food, Food. Oh Glorious Food

Friday, December 2, 2012

Author's Note: Just because you are different from everyone else doesn't mean that doesn't mean that you can't be yourself. 


Food, food. Oh, glorious food. The smell was over powering as poofy paws padded forward. GRUMBLE!!!
    “Oops,” a low voice mumbled. A round shape waddled into view. There were gasps coming from almost every corner in the room.
    “Hay!” a ginger cat hisses. “That is my food!”  she gave him a little nudge and the round shape groaned and toppled to the ground. “You should stop eating other cats’ food and just eat your own, you mangy beast!” The ginger cat’s name was Princess and the number one cat she hated was Balloon, the fattest cat that she had ever known.
    “Um.. I need a little help here!” Balloon wined on his back. He tried to role over but he landed on one of the new additions to the house, Kassey.
    “Help!” her muffled scream came from under his round stomach.
    “Oops. I didn’t see you down there,” Balloon stepped aside and helped the little kitten up.
    “Well, you didn’t see me because your too fat!” Kassey hissed. A pitch black she-cat stepped forward.
    “Well, it wasn’t my fault I’m fat!” Balloon hissed and waddled over to the kitchen.
    “There is no need to yell at him Kassey,” she told her kindly. “We all got used to him eventually.” Kassey tried to smile but they could tell that she wasn’t happy. The black she-cat took her to her bead and than went to go talk to the ginger cat.

In the kitchen......

    Balloon was upset that Kassey didn’t like him. Balloon liked kittens. There was only one solution to this sadness, a little snack. Balloon staggered to his stubby looking hind legs and reached for the refrigerator handle.
    “And what do you think you’re doing?” the black cat mewed. 
    “I’m upset so I will eat something,” he mewed sadly.
    “My name is Steve,” she mewed happily.
    “Would you like a burrito?” Balloon asked as he tore a piece of the burrito off and ate it.
    “Sure!” then she went to taco Bell and ate all the burritos. “That was amazing!” Steve purred. She was as she could be, and from that day forward she went to Taco Bell every day and ate 10 Burritos.

Oh... Chocolate...

 5/17/2012

Author’s Note: In this writing circles piece, you will learn that hiding things isn’t really the best thing to do.
    A rich, sweet, creamy smell fills the air as I walked down the street. I turned my head slightly, trying not to get too tempted.
    “Hello! Would you like to try some of the world's best chocolate?” a woman asked. I was about to just turn around and pretend that she wasn’t there, but I couldn’t help it! The chocolate just looked too good!
    “Um... I’ll take some home with me,” I smiled as she handed me five little pieces of chocolate. “Thank you!” I yelled as I ran down the sidewalk to my apartment. I quickly shoved the chocolates into my coat pocket so that my mother didn’t see. She hated me bringing thing into the apartment, and she hated sweets. The only time I could have sweets are at school and at my friend's house in secret. As I grabbed the door handle, I tripped on the outside mat and went tumbling to the ground, arms flailing. Our apartment is the first one, the one closest to the entrance where I fell. I could hear my mother's footsteps coming and I quickly stood up, grabbing my pocket. I squeezed it and it was empty.
    “Lo? Are you okay?” She was coming closer and I still couldn’t find my precious chocolate! A soft mew came from behind me and I spun around to see a cute little cat holding a little brown bag in its mouth.
    “Oh, thank you!” I whispered, petting its head. It meowed back and disappeared around the corner. 
    “Lo! Did you fall again?” my mother asked with a little laugh. I smiled back and stepped inside.
    “I went to the market again. I think all of the wonderful smells must of distracted me,” I tried to smile, hoping she didn’t see my hand squeeze my pocket harder.
    “Well, you better be more careful next time,” she said not even looking at me. I sighed, letting my pocket fall to my side, hoping I hadn't melted any chocolate. My mother was already in the kitchen, so I dashed to my room.
    Finally! I thought. I set the bag on my bed and locked my bedroom door. Flopping down on my bed, I thought I heard the mew of the cat again. I quickly sat up and saw the cat sitting in my window.
    “Here you go,” I said, opening my window enough so the cat could crawl in. We both laid in my bed and I ate the chocolate, feeling the liquid gold melt in my mouth. The sweetness was so rich I slowly fell asleep with the cat lying next to me.

Camping... Why Camping?

5/16/2012

Author’s Note: In this writing circles piece, you will learn that you should not be scared of your fears. 
    The car swayed back-and-forth over the gravel road as we headed for our camp site. I nervously looked out my window, looking at all of the trees going by. This was my first camping trip EVER! I was scared out of my mine! I was afraid that I would be mauled by wild animals or run into a patch of poison ivy! I felt like I was going to die on the spot. My dog layed next to my side, panting like crazy. She has never left the safety of out town before and she was probably as scared as I was.
    “It’s okay girl,” I whispered, knowing that it wouldn’t.
    “You have nothing to be scared of,” my mom told me. “I went camping when I was a little girl and it was so fun! I just know that you will love it.” I didn’t answer her as I turned my head to look back outside. My mom sighed and looked for the map.
    “We should be here soon,” my dad said, almost sounding a little worried.
    “WHAT!?! Do you mean we are lost!?!?” I almost yelled. My dog, Sammy lifted her head up in alarm.
    “No,... we are not lost,” my mom said, rolling her eyes at my dad. “We are really close. It is just that these trails are so windy. It seems like we have been going in circles.”

A Few Minutes Later

    “Come on everyone! It is time to unpack all of our things!” my mom yelled. Me and Sammy were still sitting in the car. Well, I was the only one sitting. Sammy was on the edge of her seat, wondering is she should go outside.
    “Come on Lo!!! It is almost time to get to bed!” my dad yelled. I hadn't noticed that I was sitting alone in the car for about an hour. Sammy was playing around outside the tent, waiting for me to come in.
    “I’m coming Sammy,” I whispered as I slowly slid out of the car. I tip toed out to the tent, flinching at everything that moves. When I got into the tent I fell asleep right away.

Yuki... the Trouble Maker

05/15/2012

Author’s Note: Have you ever had a kitten before? Well, let me tell you this... they are A LOT of work. In this short story, you will learn that sometimes when you think that something is good... it really isn’t. Just like Yuki thought that Scully was her playmate.

    Young eyes flicker open to a wonderful, safe world. I glanced around at my surroundings, looking for my playmate.
    “YUKI!” a squeal came from behind me. My head turns around to see one of my humans. Her paws stroke my fur so I immediately start purring. Soon her paws reach under my belly and I am lifted up into the air.
    “Grace! Please set her down!” one of the other humans hiss. The human named Grace sets me down and slowly walks away. I stand up and follow her, hoping to find my playmate. As I trot down the stairs, I see the old black and white cat walking into the food room (kitchen). Without her seeing me, I sneak up behind her.
    “Yuki...,” a strict voice mews from one of the humans. I stop for a second and keep up with stalking my playmate. When I get close enough, I reach out a little paw and tap her tail. My playmate; Scully, whips around and slaps me on the top of my head. I take that as a challenge to play fight so I strike again soon as she turns around. In a few seconds, she is meowing and hissing at me, so I do a playful hiss in return. I am soon on my back with my belly in the air, because Scully is starting to hit me a little harder. Before she should strike me again, I roll away and take shelter under the couch. Scully follows me for a second, but then she turns around and goes back into the food room (kitchen). I dash out from under the couch, but Scully is nowhere to be seen. I give up and head for the window to go play with the fleas ,butterflies, wasps, and birds. As I looked outside, I just kept thinking about my birth place. I remembered the coldness of the farm and all of the dangers. I also remember my mother. I haven’t seen her in about a month. I wonder if she even remembers me? She has to. Soon my thoughts are disrupted by a passing bird.

School Of Horror

05/14/2012

Author's Note: In this writing circles piece, I wrote about school and how hard it feels to go into Middle School.You will learn that when you think something will be bad... it really isn’t.

    BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! I shot up out of bed, like I was ready to run for my life. I turned my head to the alarm clock and turned it off. It was the first day of school, and I felt like I was going to explode!!! This was my first day of middle school! All new teachers and everything!
    “Hey Holly! Are you up yet?!” My mother yelled from the kitchen. “The bus will be here in like about 25 minutes!” I quickly jumped out of my bed like a maniac and dashed for my closet. I opened it without thinking and boxes came tumbling down on my like an avalanche. We had just moved about a week ago and I haven’t had time to unpack all of my things.
    “Are you okay?!?!” My mom yells. I don’t answer as I work my way through the boxes. Finally I found the box labeled ‘SCHOOL’.
    I finally decided to answer her now that I have found what I was looking for. “I was just looking for my school uniform!” I yelled down to her. She didn’t reply, but I could hear her plush slippers shuffling into the livingroom.
    After I got dressed, I looked over at my clock and I knew I had a little time to talk to my friends and to get all of my nerves out. I grabbed my phone from off of my desk and tapped on my friends name.

    New Message

Me:

‘OMG!!! I am SO freaked out right now!’

Lizzy:
‘I know! I don’t wana go to school... I hope you have a fun time...’

Me:

‘I’m not too sure I will have a fun time... I don’t even know anyone!’

Lizzy:
‘Oh... don’t u worry. I’m sure u will make some new friends! Gotta go! C U SOON! <3’


    I let my phone slide out of my hand and on to my bed. A good time? How can I have a good time? I asked myself.
    “Where are you!?!?!” my mom yelled. Now it sounded like she was getting bad. “The bus will be here any minute!” I quickly dashed down the stairs and snached my breakfast from the counter.
    “Bye Mom!” I yelled as I ran out the door. I paused for a second outside the bus doors, just thinking to myself...

Welcome To A School Of horror...

Cats Can Fly?

05/10/2012

Author's Note: This is my first Writing Circle of the Semester. Our topic was "Flying Cats". I now it sounds strange, but it was fun to write about. In my story, you will learn that gossiping might not be the best thing in the world because your friends might not trust you as much and most of it isn't ture.

The fresh smell of morning dew woke me from my deep sleep. Growning, I rolled over and got to me paws.

“HAY!” a voice mewed from behind me. Frightened, I spun around like a twister. “Oh,... sorry. Did I scare you?” To my relief, it was my bestest friend on the whole wide world, Jasmine.

“Oh... hi Jasmine! Why are you up so early?” I asked, because I am usually the only one up for a while. All of the other cats in the rescue usually wake up when the food is put into the boals.

“Hay! Have you heard?” Jasmine is one of those gossip kinds of cats. She always wants to know what is going on with EVERYONE! And I mean everyone.

“Um... My answer will always be the same... and it is no...,” I just smiled, knowing that she would do the same.

“Well, Angel saw the weirdest thing last night.. It was a flying cat!!!” Playing along I stretched my eyes in surprise as wide as a large pizza in surprise.

“I thought that flying cats were only in fairytales! It can’t be true!”

“Sasha... I now that you think that everything that I know about everyone isn’t true.. but you have to believe me this time!” Jasmine looked at me pleading. “Can you just come out with Angel and me tonight. We might even get a chance to see the flying cats!” I just looked at her in thought. I know that she is my best friend and everything, but has all of this gossip gone too far?

At Night

The cold chill of the wind sliced through me pelt as I followed Jasmine and Angel through that little hole in the fence. By the time I got to the other side, they were fox lengths ahead of me. I sped up my pace, trying to catch up to my friend. When I finally got to her side, I gave her one last unsure look and kept walking. I still didn’t like the idea of sneaking out in the middle of the night and looking for ‘flying cats’.

“Oh! I can’t wate!!!” Angel mewed with excitement.

“Um... Haven’t you seen them before?” I asked, confused by her excitement.

“Um... uh... well... I did. It was amazing!” Angel didn’t even look me. She just kept walking along.

“How much farther do we have to go?” Jasmine asked, her excitement fading.

“Not much farther,” Angel replied. “But if you wana get to the spot where I saw them faster, then we might wana kick up the pace.” Then she started to bound away. Without Jasmine seeing me, I quickly rolled my eyes. I was tired of all this! And I knew that she hadn’t even seen one. Just the way she replied after I asked her that question!

I didn’t start follow them at their pace right away. I just didn’t really care anymore. I was just doing this for Jasmine.

A few minutes later I couldn’t hear the crunch of their paw steps, but I could still smell them. But then WHAM! I slammed right into Angel’s back.

“OW!” I hissed. “Why did you have to stop right in front of me like that?” I asked frustrated. Angel just turned her head a little to look at me.