Child of the Moon: Chapter 2Child of the Moon
~A Percy Jackson and the Olympians Fanfiction~
I go to summer camp In April
Ok, so the first thing I did once I saw this huge fire-breathing reptile was run, right? Wrong. I did the only thing that I could do at the moment stare at the thing, with my mouth open.
"Luna!" I heard Samuel's voice from across the hall, snapping me out of my daydreaming. "Don't just stand there like an idiot!"
"What is that thing!?" I screamed at Samuel, trying to make sense of this It obviously wasn't real; I was dreaming, or hallucinating or going crazy.
"That "thing" is a growing Aethiopian drakon only about one-hundred seventy-five years old by the looks of it, they reach adulthood when they turn at least three-hundred years, but some mature faster than others, of course." Samuel said as he slowly circled the drakon, trying to confuse it by throwing various objects away from him. Apparently the d
WUT Guarding CampDawnfire was sitting on Highbranch overlooking the camp. She had just announced the patrols for the day. A few warriors were staying back with her to guard the camp. It was a chilly day, but not as cold as some of the other leafbare days.
Dawnfire's gaze flickered over to the nursery. Tigerlilly was leading Fawnkit to the nursery. She looked over to the camp entrance. Strongstorm was nuzzling Gracewing. Dawnfire looked at the mates with loneliness she didn't know why she felt the sudden wave of loneliness she was very content with her life. "I don't need a mate." She had always told herself, "The clan is enough for me."
But she had always wondered what it would be like. To come back to camp from a hunt and have someone to talk to and someone to listen to and on cold leafbare days, what would it be like to have someone to snuggle with? Dawnfire ha
WUT Dawnfire's BackstoryI finally opened my eyes. I was staring at a white cat's face, a tom by the looks of it. He smiled at me, "You have her eyes." He said, "I was wondering when her traits would kick in, you look exactly like me, except for your eyes." He told me, I could see that his eyes were a milky brown. I took a deep breath, his scent was familiar, he visited me a lot, and I smelled a lot like me, I guessed that he was my father.
I was snuggled against a pelt, at first I thought it was my mother, but this cat smelt weird, not like my mother. I looked at her fur; it was a dark, dark brown. I knew my mother's pelt was a gray-blue, I didn't know how I knew this I've never seen my mother. Only smelt and felt her pelt.
"Another week and you'll be playing with the other kits. I sure do hope they won't treat you differently." The white tom, my father, said. I couldn't help wondering what he meant by that.