Writing CHALLENGE #9

9. Come up with the biggest (but not impossible) obstacle you can think of to keep your character from getting what he/she most wants (one page)

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Kia arched her back till the fur stuck out in small spikes, hissing as the tomcat ran off. A small cottony fluff of white floated in the wind. That was all that was left of their melee, a cottony white cloud promising not to come back. Lingering, she watched it float and brush past her black and tan coat, settling on the ground next to her.

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Protecting the Hinterlands was getting to be more and more of a challenge. There were attacks now every single night and this one had occurred in broad daylight.

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From the peanut seller to the merry-go-round to the Cherry Lane park bench over on the far end was Rey-al territory. But the Jack’ol’s were closing in. Surrounded on three sides, she was caught alone for this one.

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Bo, the laird’s trusted right-hand tabby, was supposed to be on patrol with her, but had disappeared into an alley right before the Jack cat had jumped out from behind the trash can.

Might he have turned to the enemy’s side to lead her into an ambush?

It was something to think about. The king Laird Razha would never believe it. Kia flexed her white claws as if to reassure herself they were still razor sharp, shining like pearls. Her pack, like her pride was still strong.

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The Hinterlands were their right, their ancestral land, long before she’d been taken in by them, a scraggily little half-starved kitten. Her eyes flashing towards the alley where Bo had run. She wouldn’t let them down. She moved toward it with caution crossing the street, needing to find where Bo went. Turning her head around the corner.

Why that two-faced, pug-nosed rat!

Wasn’t it there on the packing crate that Laird Slasher himself sat like the king of Sheba his eyes settling on her with an evil grin, and Bo licking his paw to pay obeisance? Five tabbies appeared behind her.

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The pack was here!

The light slashed across as the first one’s face caught on the tip of her claw, sprawling backwards lightning fast. There was going to be clouds of puff to fill a dumpster.

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She needed to warn the king.

I’ll break through.

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