.....She looked back, sadness flooding her, but she knew she was no help when she couldn't fullfill her destiny.....
There was suddenly a bright light, and the pounding of wings, then all at once it was gone....
Rosy Wintercat blinked in shock at her eyes struggled to focus on what was before her after the blinding brightness.
Then, there was a soft, shimmery voice, "Rosy Wintercat?" Rosy Wintercat blinked in surprise, "who are you, and how do you know my name?" Then she saw who was talking, a shimmering blue cat, with wings folded to invisibility, along her back, and the same snow white paws she had. " I am Mystical Jaycat, Did I get your name right? Your Beautiful fur is pretty unmistakeable" " Yes but how, what, ..." Rosy Wintercat gasped.
"we have been called to travel together, and fullfill our destiny, as partners, I hope thats ok." Mystical Jaycat said. And, It was then and there, that Rosy Wintercat relized for the first time what her destiny was. She had the power of fire, rose fire, and ice fire, and it was up to her to maintain her power and hold it steady in her paws. She had to be it, she was a love wisperer.....
~To Be Continued~
Hi MJC, did you know this story is a metaphor for real life kittens?
A metaphor is a figure of speech. Cats can't really do these things, but people can. These persons did have kittens that were with them for years.
"A love wisperer..." That's code a code phrase for a real life activity.
I need to qualify my comments: but if you are the author, and from your posts, I estimate your age is between 12 and 14, then your writing is very good. This kind of writing usually only comes from very practiced high school students.