Well, here's my new story. And just to tell you up straight it's just a ton of One-Shots. Yep, that's right, a collection of 'one chapter' stories. But not just any stories; I'm going to write all the extra stuff that I never got to put in my original fics!

So, this is like a ton of deleted scenes from my fictions! And none will probably be in order, just to warn you. None of the chapters are related!

Anyway... let us start in the beginning! 8D

(I suggest reading Wild Cat if you haven't... XD)

Deleted Scene From My Story; Wild Cat

So today started like any other; rolling on the grass with my brother, sisters and my other friends in the pride. I was currently four weeks old, which made me the baby out of everyone. But, even if I was the youngest, I was still defiantly the bravest... and the most 'troublesome and danger prone' as the lion mothers would say.

Once, I actually wondered into a stampeding herd of oxen, and came out with not one mark on me. And, on the same day actually, I was almost eaten by a crocodile while playing by a river... almost. And that wasn't my fault, considering that croc was just asking to be swatted on the nose by looking at me evilly.

Overall I loved being raised in the savanna. There was nothing better then having wide open plains to play in during the day, and a star filled sky to stay under during the night.

Our mothers were currently off on a hunt, and my dad was lying in the shade of a tree. But don't let him fool you; he may look like he's sleeping, and he may look like he's not paying any attention, but when you try to sneak up on him, he'll be ready...

"Hah! I've got you!" My father said playfully, as he had me gently squished underneath his paw.

"Aw dad! Let me go!" I complained, trying to get away... my 'sneaking up on dad' plan, of course, had not worked.

"I'll let you go, only if you stay with your brother, sisters and friends... you shouldn't keep wandering away from them. It's better to stay in groups." He told me, "I want you to remember something, okay?" he lifted his paw off me, only to pull me closer. I made sure I was listening intently, knowing that my father was very wise.

"What do you want me to remember dad?"

"What is a roar my son?" he asked.

"Well," I said, thinking about that pretty hard. I wished I had been older, so I knew more, "It can be a warning, 'bout danger... Right?"

"Well, yes... it is that," he laid his head down next to me, "but a roar also shows what pride you're from; it's a calling card home... it shows our identity. You know why rogue lions don't roar, right?"

I shook my head. He answered, "It's because they aren't part of any pride, and if they roar, enemy lions would come and kill them."

Blinking, I climbed over his main awkwardly, and laid down on his head, "Why are you telling me this?"

"Because I never want you to be without a pride, my son... you always need a family. Otherwise, a roar is useless. Remember that." And, I did remember, and never forgot it.

He got up slowly, causing me to roll off his head, and onto the ground. He was going to sit and watch the horizon, waiting for the females to return. I got up as quickly as I could, and after tripping once or twice, and I ran back over to my friends.

It was so close to sun down when we heard it. It was my first time hearing such a sound, but sadly it wasn't my last...

We were all growing worried on why the females, our mothers, hadn't returned yet- when we heard a loud banging sound shoot across the valley. My father at once drew his ears back, as he could see dust rising from far away, "Poachers... they've brought jeeps and guns..." my father said. He then raised his head to look at the sky, "And a helicopter..." I had no idea what any of these things were.

"What's a poacher? What was that awful noise? What's a helicopter?" I asked, as my siblings and friends shrunk back in fear in the tall grass.

"Don't mind that now; QUICKLY! We must cross the river!" he said urgently, nudging my siblings and friends to get up, and run to the river. Every other cub besides me, was almost a year old. So, they could cross the river easier then I could.

My father would go back and forth, with each one, making sure they got across safely, and that no hippo or crocodile messed with us. I was to go last.

"Where's mamma? Where's the other mothers?" I asked, as he started helping my brother across.

He didn't answer. He only gave me a sad look, and I couldn't help but sniffle, and curl up a little. When he came back for me at last, he thought that we was in the clear; but he was wrong.

The dust that was rising on the horizon, was now extremely close. Not to mention this continuous sound came from the sky. Before I knew what was going on, my father had picked me up in his mouth, and hid me behind a nearby rock. No second later, had the things called 'jeeps' pulled up, and surrounded him against the river bed.

My dad growled and hissed, with his fur on end. His nose wrinkled in anger, as men came out from the jeeps holding guns.

I hissed as I suddenly was picked up from the fur behind my neck; one of the men had spotted me, and grabbed me. My father immediately leaped to my rescue with a powerful roar... only to be shot in the head.

I cried out for him, and wanted to be with him as he slowly died, but I was taken into the jeep, were I soon saw the dead bodies of our females in the back. I never knew why they kept me alive. And I never knew what happen to brother, sisters or friends.

Everything after that, was all just a blur. One moment I remember being taking into a jeep, the next I remember being taken onto that thing called a 'helicopter'. The whole time I meowed pathetically, calling for help, and comfort.

Then, I remember leaving the ground... and then, a lioness leaving the ground with us, to attack my captors! It was so strange though... because, when the lioness was coming to save me, this young man with a hang glider distracted the poacher in the back of the copter.

But then something terrible happened; I saw the poacher point the gun at the young man, his own SPECIES; and shoot him. The lioness didn't waste a second, as she shredded the copter's controls, picked me up, and jumped out of the helicopter down after the falling lifeless man.

Unexpectedly, I was then somehow being carried by a huge eagle, which swooped down underneath the falling man, causing his fall to land easier. When the eagle landed, with me still in it's beak- it turned back into a lioness!

She put me down and I stared at her in fear as we sat by the lifeless man, "What are you?" I asked her.

"I am not a lion naturally, if that's what you're asking..." She answered, speaking in my language, "I am a human. But don't be afraid, I'm here to help you."

But we both jumped, as the helicopter crashed with a bang, about a half a mile behind us. And after that, one thing happened after another; this tall man riding a metal cheetah rode over to us, and seemed highly concerned about the man who had fallen from the helicopter.

"Chris! Chris!" The tall man shouted, running over to the practically dead person. I then realized that the two looked highly alike... maybe they were related?

Upon seeing this concerned and worried man, the lioness which had rescued me was staring at him in wonder and sorrow, and finally in their language she said, "I'm sorry... I really tried hard to save him..."

The man stared at us in confusion, and I shrunk down, weak and tired from crying... not wishing to speak or look at anyone.

"You are Martin Kratt? Aren't you?" She asked again, to the man who was apparently 'Martin'. Humans have such a silly language. And, just to wrap the rest of that part up, this is what pretty much happened; he picked out a name for her for no reason, she agreed to it for a nickname, he was confused, and then to everyone's shock, she turned into a human, yada, yada, yada... Well, when she turned into a human, he fainted, and she looked at me with a sigh, that she now had to carry both of them. Last time I'm going to say this; HUMANS ARE WEIRD CREATURES.

Well, finally were I didn't expect for anything to get any crazier, a giant TURTLE came from the SKY and people came out of it's STOMACH only to bring us back in WITH THEM.

The humans were nice enough, but I couldn't help but hide under a big cushioned thing (which I now know is a bed) while they were working on healing the lifeless man named 'Chris' above me. I missed my dad, and my mom, and my friends and brother and sisters. But I couldn't do anything about it... I was alone... completely alone without a pride or family to look to... unless-... NO. I couldn't join the humans. Man kind killed my family, why should I join them?

I wasn't sure what to decide so I got up from underneath the cushioned thing, and stretched and yawned. I was suddenly picked up by the tall man named Martin. He smiled and said, "We'll have to find a good home for you, Survivor." Who was Survivor?

Apparently I was. Everyone thought that was a great name for me, and soon I was adopted by the woman who could turn into a lioness. She was my new mom. Her name's Laura, but I like to call her Kitty considering I am of the feline race.

As she brought me to her room, to feed me with a bottle, I realized that I am proud and sad about my name. I am the only one who lived out of all my family. I lived, I survived, and now I have a new pride. And when I'm older, I'll roar like my father wanted me too. I am Survivor.

That was, *ahem* sadder then I wanted it to be... but someone had to write it!

Anyway, review please! And thank you for reading!