Story Of The Sky Novel Chapter 2

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“Who said that!” Cloud yowled, frantically turning, and looking for where the voice came from. A soft feminine voice called out in reply. “I did. I can’t see you either. My name is Flower.” “Your name reminds me of baking, I didn’t have much to eat this morning.” “Yeah, but my name’s the plant, I wish I knew where you were so I could get you some fruit.” “Plant? Fruit? What are those?” Flower went quiet, as if shocked by his statement. Suddenly she cried out, “How can you not know what a plant is?! They grow in our fur!” “So, are wings a type of plant then?” Now it was the Flower’s turn to be confused. “What are wings?” “You don’t know what wings are?” Suddenly it clicked. Flower knew what the green spikes in his dream were and if she wasn’t aware of wings, she couldn’t have them. Just like the cats in his dream! Dancing below the clouds. Below… Cloud scratched and scraped at the clouds below him and made a small hole. Cautiously he poked his head down. It was incredibly difficult to describe what he saw. That’s how amazing it was. He could see endless rows of the brown towers from his dream. The green was covered with all sorts of colours and sitting below him on one of the towers was her. She was a brown wingless cat with a fluffy green tail and fluffy green fur around her neck. Beautiful splashes of pink and purple grew amongst the green. Jutting out of her head was a pair of elegant antlers. “Hello Flower, I’m Cloud.” He glided down and sat beside her on something called a ‘branch’. It was attached to one of the towers or ‘trees’ as Flower called them. Excitedly the pair of cats chattered endlessly about many things: family and friends, favourite foods, hobbies, different kinds of plants. They went on and on until the sun began to set. “… and ever since that day we were best friends.” As Cloud concluded his story Flower turned and looked towards the horizon. “What a beautiful sunset.” Cloud turned and admired it, strangely he felt like he was forgetting something. “It really is a pretty sunset. Wait… Sunset. Dusk. Dawn. Princess! The Royal Selection! I forgot! I’m late!” “Wha?” “Sorry Flower! I need to go! I promise I’ll come back here tomorrow morning! I promise!” Flower turned quickly. “What? Wait! And he’s gone.”

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