3. Write one scene of a narrative. Use primarily dialogue to develop the plot of the scene, including its

rising action and climax. Be sure to engage and orient the reader to the situation in the story, establish

more than one character, and create a smooth progression of events. (20 points)


“Wait!” Snow turned his head, his heart pounding. It was the she-cat from the leader’s den, she was

dashing after him. Her tabby fur looked out of place in the bitter white of winter surrounding them.

“I have to go alone. You know that only one may venture to the Pond of Sight at a time. Our ancestors

forbid more than one.”  Snow yowled to her before she got up.

She padded up alongside him. “Ancestors shmancestors. I’m going too and that’s that.” She mewed

coolly. Not waiting for an answer she sprinted up ahead of him, kicking snow down into his muzzle and

ears.

Snow let out a growl and followed behind her angrily. It didn’t take long before they had reached pond, it

sat under a small overhang, although it seemed to be frozen over. Padding up to it he pressed his nose

against it. Of course it was frozen.

The tabby she-cat stared over his shoulder at the ice. “Well, time to go home then.” She declared,

seeming triumphant.

“What is your deal with me? Why did you even come here? You dishonor our ancestors by being here.”

Snow snarled at her, his ears folded back against his head.

“Woah, you need to calm down, Snow!” She growled at him. Around them the winds picked up again,

grabbing the freshly laid snow; still powdery, and tossing it around. The air around the two felines was

thick and frozen, somehow seeming warm with hostility.

“I need to calm down? You are way out of line, Rain.” Snow responded coldly. It was by nature that they

would be opposites, she was a liquid; fitting the shape of whatever rank she found herself in. Able to bend

the rules or find cracks in them. While Snow was frozen, stuck always in the same mentality, the same

rules.

“You’re acting crazy!” She growled before moving almost muzzle to muzzle with him. “You’re not the cat I

remember you as.” She mewed coldly, her breath misting in his face.

“We never hunted together, or scouted. How could I remember you? I don’t think I’ve ever even spoken

with you personally before.” He explained, seeming confused; quietly trying to wriggle his muzzle away

from hers. She bumped the side of his head roughly with a paw to keep it there.

“It doesn’t matter how well you knew me, Snow. I know who you are, best hunter in the tribe, always

bringing back prey, even in the middle of winter. Ice always favored you. Even if you didn’t know us, we

knew you.” She growled cryptically, slamming her front right paw into the side of his head; claws

unsheathed.

Snow backed up, feeling blood rundown the side of his head from his ear into his left eye; blurring his

vision. It was obvious she’d nicked his ear pretty bad. “How could you, Rain? You know the first rule is-“

She cut him off again, raking her claws across his side.  Suddenly fearful he started to back away, she

stalked forward, her claws audibly scraping on the ice of the pond.

“Wait! Don’t it’s not frozen all the way through-“He wasn’t able to finish his sentence before he heard it,

the terrible groaning; the ice struggling to hold her. Several zigzagging lines of cracks formed around her.

“Help!” She cried out, her eyes clouding over in despair. Snow froze in his place. She jumped forward, for

a minute it seemed like she was flying through the air. Quickly Snow reached out and grabbed her scruff

in his jaw. Pulling hard he managed to get her onto solid ground. She was panting hard. Snow stared at

the pool in dismay, its waters were cloudy revealing no truths. Her flailing had kicked up the dirt at the

bottom.