Post by leap on May 6, 2006 18:31:43 GMT -5
Alrighty, I have been working on a fanfic for the last few months, though i'm only on chapter 12. 
But anyway, i've got enough to start posting chapters. I hope you enjoy the first installment of 'The Time is Upon Us' 
P.S. If the chapters are really long then sorry about that...
~~~[glow=red,2,300]Chapter 1[/glow]~~~
The forest was damp from the downpour of rain the night before. A mockingbird flew among the trees. Giving off a flash of color from his white tail feathers, he alighted upon a branch still dripping with rainwater. If anyone had been watching the mockingbird, they would have had to work hard to spot him as his dark feathers did their job of camouflage. Twittering a small tune, his song was very suddenly cut off by a flurry of movement somewhere among the undergrowth. Trying to stay unnoticeable, the bird silently cocked his head as his dark and beady eyes examined the ground below him.
Another shift in the otherwise still forest directed the mockingbird’s attention to a low and rocky overhang. Below the mossy shelter two creatures lay sleeping. They were bears, grizzlies to be exact. Instantly relaxing, the bird resumed his melody. As far as he was concerned, bears were no threat. After all, he could fly away quickly enough if one of the creatures bothered to attack him. Ha! He would be gone before they set a paw on the tree! No, he wasn’t worried in the least of the two grizzlies.
As the pompous poultry was thinking this, the smaller of the two bears, only a cub really, lifted his head at the mockingbird’s song. Drowsily, he listened for a few seconds before setting his head back on the ground. He lay like this for only a second or so before several drops of chilly rainwater splashed into his face. Surprised, the cub jerked his head and blinked rapidly as the liquid got into his brown eyes. As soon as he had used his paws to clear his eyes, he peered upwards in an attempt to identify the cause of his wet wake-up call.
A squirrel, her cheeks fat with nuts, was peering down at the cub in much the same way. When she realized that the bear was staring at her, the squirrel decided that now would be a good time to get going. She did so with a bound, bombarding the cub and the ground with more water as she hopped from branch to branch. Unlike the mockingbird, this squirrel wasn’t so sure of her abilities to escape if the cub got irritated.
“Ack! Hey!” the small bear sputtered, “I don’t need a bath! I had one yesterday!” Annoyed, the cub shook off his wet pelt that was the result of the squirrel’s speedy take-off. With a grunt, the bigger bear woke up to a shower.
“Koda,” he groaned, “D’you have to drench me? I’m still damp from last night.” Standing up and blinking in the morning sun, the older creature glared at his younger companion. However, Koda had already left the overhang and was smelling the earth, rich and damp from the rain.
“Aw, it’s just water Kenai. I’m going down to the stream. Maybe there are fish!” So saying, the dark brown cub was gone, leaving his big brother to catch up. Sighing, Kenai shook off his fur then took off at a trot after Koda. Kenai couldn’t help but feel a certain level of responsibility for his adopted brother. Especially since it was Kenai’s fault that Koda was an orphan in the first place…Pushing the unpleasant thought to the back of his head, the man-turned-bear concentrated on following Koda’s scent. However, when the trail began to veer away from the stream, Kenai frowned and sniffed the ground. That was unmistakably Koda’s scent, so why was it going away from the stream? The answer came in the form of a beehive. Stepping into a small clearing that the cub’s scent led too, Kenai gasped and stared in horror at the scene before him. There, standing on his hind legs, stood Koda and hanging above him was a beehive, several bees circling it in a slightly threatening way.
“Koda! What the heck are you doing!!??” Kenai practically screamed at the cub that was examining the dead tree from which the beehive hung. Turning at the sound of Kenai’s voice, the small bear’s face lit up.
“There you are,” he said happily, beckoning and pretending not to have heard Kenai’s scream, “I thought you’d never come! Come help me get some honey!” Not moving, Kenai scowled at Koda and made sure he was giving the bees plenty of room.
“No way! Get back here before you get those bees mad!” Making a dismissive sound, Koda began scaling the dead tree.
“You know what your problem is Kenai? You worry too much. I’ve done this plenty of times. Well actually once. It was last summer with Bucky. We found a big ‘ol hive right next to the Salmon Run. It was ginormous! You should have seen it! And it was full of all these bees that were really grouchy. So I told them ‘Now bees, I’m only going to take a little honey,’ but they didn’t care that it was only a little, they got mad anyway. But, I only got 20 stings and Bucky only got 12, but that was because he wasn’t the once getting the honey and-“ Koda’s speech was cut off as Kenai yelled again.
“I don’t want any stings! And you’d better not try to get on that branch! Koda do you hear me?! DO! NOT! GET! ON! THAT! BRANCH!!!!!” Apparently, Koda did not hear Kenai because with a large crack, the already weak branch gave way beneath the weight of the cub. One branch, one beehive, one bear, and several thousand very annoyed bees came tumbling down and landed with a thud on the forest floor. Immediately, the bees attacked, stabbing at poor Koda anywhere they could.
“Run!” Koda yelled. Taking the cub’s advice, Kenai turned and began barreling off into the woods. Soon, the two bears came upon the stream. Holding his breath, Kenai jumped and plunged into the frigidly cold water. Koda followed. The bees stopped at the surface, mad that their enemy had escaped them. Opening his eyes underwater, Kenai spotted Koda pointing towards another rocky overhang right on the bank of the stream. Nodding, Kenai followed his brother to the overhang where the two bears broke the surface of the water, gasping for air. “We can stay here,” Koda gasped, “until they leave.” Glancing at the cub, Kenai struggled to with hold a smirk as he spotted his brother’s face decorated with stings. Scraping some moss off of the rock, Kenai slapped the green growth onto the stings to try and sooth the pain.
“I hate to say this,” he said with a slight grin, “But for once I can say, ‘I told you so.” Sighing, Koda rolled his eyes in admitted defeat.
But anyway, i've got enough to start posting chapters. I hope you enjoy the first installment of 'The Time is Upon Us' 
P.S. If the chapters are really long then sorry about that...~~~[glow=red,2,300]Chapter 1[/glow]~~~
The forest was damp from the downpour of rain the night before. A mockingbird flew among the trees. Giving off a flash of color from his white tail feathers, he alighted upon a branch still dripping with rainwater. If anyone had been watching the mockingbird, they would have had to work hard to spot him as his dark feathers did their job of camouflage. Twittering a small tune, his song was very suddenly cut off by a flurry of movement somewhere among the undergrowth. Trying to stay unnoticeable, the bird silently cocked his head as his dark and beady eyes examined the ground below him.
Another shift in the otherwise still forest directed the mockingbird’s attention to a low and rocky overhang. Below the mossy shelter two creatures lay sleeping. They were bears, grizzlies to be exact. Instantly relaxing, the bird resumed his melody. As far as he was concerned, bears were no threat. After all, he could fly away quickly enough if one of the creatures bothered to attack him. Ha! He would be gone before they set a paw on the tree! No, he wasn’t worried in the least of the two grizzlies.
As the pompous poultry was thinking this, the smaller of the two bears, only a cub really, lifted his head at the mockingbird’s song. Drowsily, he listened for a few seconds before setting his head back on the ground. He lay like this for only a second or so before several drops of chilly rainwater splashed into his face. Surprised, the cub jerked his head and blinked rapidly as the liquid got into his brown eyes. As soon as he had used his paws to clear his eyes, he peered upwards in an attempt to identify the cause of his wet wake-up call.
A squirrel, her cheeks fat with nuts, was peering down at the cub in much the same way. When she realized that the bear was staring at her, the squirrel decided that now would be a good time to get going. She did so with a bound, bombarding the cub and the ground with more water as she hopped from branch to branch. Unlike the mockingbird, this squirrel wasn’t so sure of her abilities to escape if the cub got irritated.
“Ack! Hey!” the small bear sputtered, “I don’t need a bath! I had one yesterday!” Annoyed, the cub shook off his wet pelt that was the result of the squirrel’s speedy take-off. With a grunt, the bigger bear woke up to a shower.
“Koda,” he groaned, “D’you have to drench me? I’m still damp from last night.” Standing up and blinking in the morning sun, the older creature glared at his younger companion. However, Koda had already left the overhang and was smelling the earth, rich and damp from the rain.
“Aw, it’s just water Kenai. I’m going down to the stream. Maybe there are fish!” So saying, the dark brown cub was gone, leaving his big brother to catch up. Sighing, Kenai shook off his fur then took off at a trot after Koda. Kenai couldn’t help but feel a certain level of responsibility for his adopted brother. Especially since it was Kenai’s fault that Koda was an orphan in the first place…Pushing the unpleasant thought to the back of his head, the man-turned-bear concentrated on following Koda’s scent. However, when the trail began to veer away from the stream, Kenai frowned and sniffed the ground. That was unmistakably Koda’s scent, so why was it going away from the stream? The answer came in the form of a beehive. Stepping into a small clearing that the cub’s scent led too, Kenai gasped and stared in horror at the scene before him. There, standing on his hind legs, stood Koda and hanging above him was a beehive, several bees circling it in a slightly threatening way.
“Koda! What the heck are you doing!!??” Kenai practically screamed at the cub that was examining the dead tree from which the beehive hung. Turning at the sound of Kenai’s voice, the small bear’s face lit up.
“There you are,” he said happily, beckoning and pretending not to have heard Kenai’s scream, “I thought you’d never come! Come help me get some honey!” Not moving, Kenai scowled at Koda and made sure he was giving the bees plenty of room.
“No way! Get back here before you get those bees mad!” Making a dismissive sound, Koda began scaling the dead tree.
“You know what your problem is Kenai? You worry too much. I’ve done this plenty of times. Well actually once. It was last summer with Bucky. We found a big ‘ol hive right next to the Salmon Run. It was ginormous! You should have seen it! And it was full of all these bees that were really grouchy. So I told them ‘Now bees, I’m only going to take a little honey,’ but they didn’t care that it was only a little, they got mad anyway. But, I only got 20 stings and Bucky only got 12, but that was because he wasn’t the once getting the honey and-“ Koda’s speech was cut off as Kenai yelled again.
“I don’t want any stings! And you’d better not try to get on that branch! Koda do you hear me?! DO! NOT! GET! ON! THAT! BRANCH!!!!!” Apparently, Koda did not hear Kenai because with a large crack, the already weak branch gave way beneath the weight of the cub. One branch, one beehive, one bear, and several thousand very annoyed bees came tumbling down and landed with a thud on the forest floor. Immediately, the bees attacked, stabbing at poor Koda anywhere they could.
“Run!” Koda yelled. Taking the cub’s advice, Kenai turned and began barreling off into the woods. Soon, the two bears came upon the stream. Holding his breath, Kenai jumped and plunged into the frigidly cold water. Koda followed. The bees stopped at the surface, mad that their enemy had escaped them. Opening his eyes underwater, Kenai spotted Koda pointing towards another rocky overhang right on the bank of the stream. Nodding, Kenai followed his brother to the overhang where the two bears broke the surface of the water, gasping for air. “We can stay here,” Koda gasped, “until they leave.” Glancing at the cub, Kenai struggled to with hold a smirk as he spotted his brother’s face decorated with stings. Scraping some moss off of the rock, Kenai slapped the green growth onto the stings to try and sooth the pain.
“I hate to say this,” he said with a slight grin, “But for once I can say, ‘I told you so.” Sighing, Koda rolled his eyes in admitted defeat.
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