In the forest there lived a kitty pet with marshmellow white fur. Her eyes were green and blue. She lived with a family... untill she ran away.
She dreamed to walk outside the house and be free and that is what she did. 
It was a warm day when she finaly dicided to leave. She ran out the door when her owners went outside. when she was at the fence she jumped and her owners never say her again. 

                                                                                               Chaper 1
                                                          The outside.

   Nizbits first day out side the garden fence was... well, read on. She didnt know how to hunt and didnt know how to survive. Untill she meet a friend.
"Whos there?!" Nizbit said as the cracking of twigs got louder.
No one answered. Suddenly Nizbit falls to the ground.
"stop dont hert me! " Nizbit pleaded.
"why are u here?" Said the big tabby tom as he got off of Nizbit and let her stand up.
"I ran away from my owners. I want to live out here." Nizbit expained.
" You have much too learn if thats the case." Said the tom.
"So whats your name?" Nizbit said.
"My name is Gandalf." He said ammbarest. 
"My name is Nizbit." 
From then on they are really good friends. They then travel to were Gandalf lives.
The travel was short. They reached the camp at about midnight. As Nizbit walked in she could feel the other cats eyes burning into her back as she walked on with Gandalf. 
"What kind of friend did you bring back now?" said an unrecinizable voice from behind.
"Oh this is the commander of the tribe." Gandulf wispered to Nizbit.
"Is he nice?" Nizbit meowed.
"Well..."


                                                      Chapeter 2

                                                            In the tribe
                                             

            The commander of the tribe had a pelt that looked like a lion. Not only his pelt looked like a lion he was almost as big as one ,with dark orange eyes. 
"What is the commanders name?" Nizbit asked?
"His name is LionStripe." Meowed Gandalf.
 As LionStripe padded across the clearing to Gandualf and Nizbit, Nizbit did not look up from her paws.
"Who is this Gandalf?" LionStripe said in a low growel.
" this is... Nizbit. " Gandulf murmered softly.
" Smells like a kittypet to me." LionStripe sneered.
"Well... thats because she is one." Gandulf said softly.
"You broght a kittypet to camp!?! This was your last warning. You are banished from the clan!" LionStrip groweld.
"I help your clan. From hard times. And this is what you do to repay me?" Gandalf sneered.
"Leave now if you dont want any trouble." LionStripe growled.
Gandalf and Nizbit started to pad out of camp, when Nizbit relized Gandalf was not at her side. She started to head back towrds the camp as she heard feirce battle crys.



                                                         Chapter 3:
                                                          The fight

        Running back towrds the camp i heard the screechs from cats. But just two. I thought for a moment when i relized it was Gandulf and LionStripe. I bulted through the clearing. Blood was spilt in the clearing. But not from Gandulf. From LionStripe, Gandulf had no cuts, no scrachs...