Starlight, Starbright

In a land far, far away, there's a world that you could never have imagined. This place has no name. But it is home to numerous cats. Everything about this world is mysterious from it's blossoming, bright springs, lush, emerald summers, colorful, fiery autumns, and white, sparkling winters. In this story we trace the steps of a young heroine. From the moment she realizes what life is really about to the very second she dies. A tale of friendships and sorrows, heartbreaks and heroes, a broken connection between two sisters, a murder mystery, and a conclusion no one suspected...


13. Sinking Into Trouble


"But it can't be true!"

It's been like this for weeks now. Every time I round the bend to my next classroom, someone cries out, like now.

"She wouldn't do that!"

And every time I in, it goes unusually quiet.


The rumors have just been getting worse. I really have no idea what Shontel's up to. Murderer: ME? That just sounds wrong.

But Shontel's hit it hard. Her "evidence" actually makes somewhat sense.

I was the only one who heard Feebee scream and I was the one closest to the crime scene.

Pretty much everyone saw Feebee's body. She was covered in claw marks. The killing blow, though, was a long, deep gash down her flank.

But still, for a lot of cats- including myself -it's hard to imagine me murdering one of my best friends.

Feebee's mother has gone practically insane with grief. Her father is better off, but they're both badly shaken.

I went over to their house as soon as Rose let me out of the hospital and again after the charges started. The second time I went, Mrs. Donnor's first words were; "We don't believe them, Fire. We'd never believe them, dear."

I had to say I-


"Fireflame Harrison! Are you paying any attention?"

Ms. Pollin's angry voice startled me out of my thoughts. Pollin was my history teacher.

"Oh! Umm, I'm really sorry, I sort of drifted off. Can you repeat what you said, please?" I whispered, cringing.

I was a great student, teachers never yelled at me.

Ms. Pollin sighed dramatically. "I said, 'Children, you have two weeks to work on this assignment. You must research your family's history, what your family's famous for, special for. And combine it into a presentation.' Got that?"

I nodded weakly. Everyone was staring at me and I could feel the tips of my ears getting warm.

Ms. Pollin went on, her pale gold specked coat glistening in the warm morning sun. Her eye, though, were not as warm, they glittered like cold amber jewels.

"You, as future queen will have a lot to present." She said bitterly.

"Yes ma'am." I muttered. I felt like ants were crawling through my fur.

Oh yes, I would have a lot to present.

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