Chapter Two

The Adventures of

Rosy CleverClaws

Chapter two

                  Rosy rushed up the stairs as fast as she could, paws flying like crazy. She had sworn to her Aunt Peck to keep this place a secret! As she jumped up the stairs she knocked into something. Then she was knocked out cold.

            When Rosy woke up, everything in her own mind was a mess. She was looking around, terrified really. She wasn't in her Burrow. She was in a cold, dark, and dusty cell. Rosy pondered the thought of who the person who had taken her to this mysterious place could be!

          “Hello? Rosy cried out “Anyone here?” “WHERE AM I?”

          A dark, and grim figure stepped out of the shadows from behind a mysterious looking bookcase. Rosy was terrified, and wondering what he would do with her. But what she didn't know was that he was also a bit scared, and frankly cold too. He was thinking about that bow Rosy wore strapped on her back. It looked frankly accurate, and Rosy wasn’t to fond of him either.

She glared at him, noting his strange appearance. He had a pattern rosy had never seen before. It was lines around his neck part of his tail, on one of his paws and down his back. But the  most noticeable was the one covering his eye and the line going the puipul. He had a crooked smile, and glowing eyes. They were the brightest thing you've ever seen, but coal black. He had a faded spike collar in the shade of black, and a matching wristband. He had a black blanket that was extremely worn. He was familiar, but so familiar it was terrifying. She remembered she had seen him in Jamma once, with people swarming around him. When Rosy was recalling this information she blurted something out.

“Julian the 2^nd.” She said, terrified because the words had just randomly come out. She was scared, in fear of getting the name wrong; because he didn't look very safe.

“Almost, young one. Close, I was once something like that, yes yes….. His voice lingered in the softy billowing wind. The voice of the “thing” was hallow, dry, and freakishly high pitched. His head slowly turned, like a clock, with rusted gears.

“Why am I here? Who are you?!?”

The monsterus being snapped at Rosy and lashed out at her. Rosy quickly and nimbly grabbed her bow and snatched an arrow from her quiver. She pulled back the strings on her bow and shot. The creature was dead and the arrow bleeding. She pulled the arrow straight out of his heart, and put it back ito her quiver. When Rosy examined the body, and found out that this was a arctic wolf. He was old, at least 34. Rosy could tell by the teeth. He was tall, and had a lump of fur in one spot. Rosy poked it to see what would happen, and then a pair of glasses fell out.

          This isn't right… Rosy said to herself. When she had seen the creature in jamma he had glasses and all the same things he was wearing. He was a famous jammer. He stared to glow an eerie red, and rosy ran holding the glasses in her hand. She ran and ran and ran and ran, going as fast as she could she grabbed a key on the ground, knowing that it was problablly a way out at the last room rosy stopped. There was no door, or way out. But in the corner of her eye, she saw a rock with a key indetion. She put the key in, and the wall glew a twisted green. Rosy walked through, and as she passed thourgh the portal… 

Chapter One

 The Adventures of              Rosy CleverClaws:

                                Chapter I

            

          As the wind blew harshly, Rosy CleverClaws ran through coral canyons. Puggyluv, her admin, was offline, so she could do as she pleased. She sprinted down to the art studio that was carved into the red tinted clay. Her eyes glinted in the sun. As she walked in, she happily looked at the main room, and as most people know, the only room in the studio. But Rosy knew better than that.

When she was just a pup, her mother and father had taken her here. She remembered them showing her the small passageway underneath the potter’s wheel. She always been inquisitive, and so that trait had stuck with her through the 3 (human) years of her life. As she pulled of the portcullis, she jumped down into the passage which led to her home.

She slid down to the main room of her beautiful den, and landed on her small paws. Rosy was a very nimble girl. She put the old top hat her father had given her on her hat & coat rack and bounded off to her room. In Rosy’s room there was a lot of strange objects. A pink potted vase, which had small creatures on it, that had strange oval heads, and slender bodies; and adjoining “paws” The strangest thing about them was that they stood on their hind legs! The room was small but beautiful. It contained Rosy’s bed; that had a wooden headboard and pink sheets. The room also contained her chest, which had too many thing for me to tell you about; and Rosy’s favorite possession: Her art easel. It was given to her by her aunt, who was now her guardian, and Rosy’s aunt got it from her aunt, who got it from her aunt, who got it from her great aunt, who got it from an old pawn shop. Rosy’s aunt brought abominable disgrace to her family, because she never battled against the phantoms, but she was an alpha. Rosy’s aunt was Peck the bunny, the founder of the art studio. Despite most suspitions, Peck, Rosy’s aunt, had gone through many perils and plights for many people had thought it was not nessicarry to do artistic things while your partners were off at battle. After thinking about her aunt, she remembered why she was staying with her aunt.

“The Surly Phantoms” Rosy Lamented.

Rosy knew quite a lot about the phantoms form her studies, for rosy loved to read. They were always lurking, and were taut on vengeance. One day, when she was young and her parents were killed by the horrible creatures, she swore to herself, she would get them. She had spent years setting up snares, and scouring the land for them; but never had any luck. The she remembered something. She had left the passage to her home open.