Woohoo! First chapter of a new story! I promise I'll at least attempt to finish this one, my other two are just for when I feel like writing them. To be honest, the only time I work on those is at night, and when I write at night... let's just say I've found more mistakes their than anywhere else.
So here is the CreepyPasta-ish story I said I'd do on deviantArt, even though this first chapter isn't exactly... scary. To be honest, I'm not trying to write anything frightening, I want to do something like the My Little Pony story,"Cupcakes," but with Warriors. But instead, Bluestar will have several victims!
As always, this fanfic is based on music, and to be more specific, "Circus For a Psycho," and "Madness In Me," both by Skillet.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I'm just writing for fun, I don't own Warriors or anything.
Bluestar closed her eyes, listening to the cheerful murmurs around her clan's camp. It was only a few days since Tigerclaw had left her clan, and everyone had settled over time. All except their leader, she just wondered... how many of her other cats in her clan were traitors?
Perking her ears, even from inside her den she could hear the sound of a patrol returning. Who was it? Fireheart... Mousefur... Longtail...
Perfect, Fireheart.
Leaving her den, Bluestar's ragged pelt appeared much worse than she expected as she stepped into the bright sunlight.
Around her, friendly murmurs greeted her, aggravating her a bit.
"Good evening, Bluestar."
"Hello, Bluestar, Fireheart's hunting patrol just returned if you want a mouse."
Flicking her tail to acknowledge the cats, Bluestar wove her way between cats, quickly reaching the bright warriors. She had questions for Fireheart, and questions only he could answer.
"Bluestar," Mousefur smiled, nodding her greeting, "Would you like something to eat? Greenleaf has blessed us with much prey!"
"Thank you, Frostfur," Bluestar said flatly, emotionless, focusing on reaching her deputy. "I'm not hungry now, but I'll be sure to eat soon."
Mousefur blinked, confused, "I'm Mousefur... not Frostfur..."
"My apologies," Bluestar shook her head, turning away.
"Is something bothering you?" Mousefur asked, "You seem a bit distracted."
"I promise you, I'm alright," Bluestar assured her, bloodshot eyes giving away her displeasure.
"Okay, just remember you can talk to me if anything does disrupt you," Mousefur smiled.
Bluestar, who was on her last straw, let out a low growl, "Why can't you just leave me alone?"
Taken aback, Mousefur quickly gave a curt nod before scurrying away.
"Fireheart," Bluestar whispered, nearing the ginger tom, "I want to speak to you, alone, in the forest."
Looking up at the rough she-cat, Fireheart nodded, seeing that it must be important.
"Alright," Fireheart grinned, flicking his tail as he led the way through the gorse tunnel.
Bluestar followed silently, waiting until they were away from the camp so she could speak without the fear of any cat hearing.
Bluestar took the lead, passing the Owl Tree, the Training Hollow, and Snake Rocks. It wasn't long before the curious tomcat recognized Twoleg Place nearing, though he knew that his leader had been a bit unstable since Tigerclaw's leaving the clan. Due to that, he did not dare ask why she was leading him.
Fireheart began to recognize the tall figures of the Twolegs` Dens, as they approached a rusty colored wall, built by many small stones. In the distance, he could see a collection of silverthorn, the bracken-like, shiney branches of thorns. Beside it, two tall, dark green boxes where twolegs would dispose of their waste loomed up.
"Why are we here?" Fireheart asked timidly as the clan leader paused before the silverthorn.
"I want you to return to your twolegs," Bluestar's eyes glazed with a mix of lust and depression. "You had a nice life before you joined ThunderClan, and I don't want you to be hurt in my clan of traitors."
"W-why?" Fireheart argued, "ThunderClan is not filled with traitors, it was only Tigerclaw."
"I don't want you to be in ThunderClan, you don't belong there," Bluestar argued, "All except Whitestorm are cruel and untrustworthy. I'll be dealing with him later."
"But I want to stay!" Fireheart protested, "This is not you, Bluestar! I'll remain in the forest! I'll be a loner!"
"No!" Bluestar screeched, "I refuse to let you remain in my clan, I don't want you in the forest! There's too many traitors for your pure life!" Bluestar arched her back threateningly, her neck fur rising. Immediately, Fireheart saw the lustful sadness in her eyes as she spoke again, "I love you for your courage and loyalty, but please just... GET OUT!"
Fireheart was out of excuses, "I c-can't. You call me loyal, though you wish for me to be gone... I refuse to return to my twolegs..."
"As I said, you're not aloud back. Your only choice now, is to just die, here!"