AN: Hello people of randomness and…whatever. I am a new author, so I'm gonna practice my writing with the 100 One Shot Challenge by Prin Pardus. Okay, review everyone! Review or I will haunt you in your sleep…just kidding, but seriously, REVIEW!
Injured
"Get up, you lazy furball!" Nightpaw muttered, her voice muffled with the gray fur of her brother, Stormpaw. She was excited because it was night, and that meant she could spend some time with Stormpaw. The full moon shone through a crack in their dens, made of neatly woven brambles and thorns, and turned Stormpaw's gray fur to silver.
Stormpaw blinked open his eyes; they were a shade of dark blue. "What is it, Nightpaw? I was having this really good dream about a fluffy, fat rabbit…"
Nightpaw purred. She was too excited to get affected by his grumpiness. "Come on, Stormpaw! Let's explore!" she meowed, her yellow eyes sparkling.
"Explore what?" Stormpaw heaved himself up to his paws, causing a little bracken to crunch.
"Let's go to the old Twolegplace!" Nightpaw declared, making a pose and pretending to look like a leader that ordered her deputy to do something really important.
Stormpaw gasped. "You know Birdstar has forbidden her warriors to go near there! It's not safe!" he whispered, careful not to wake up any of the cats there still snoring their heads off.
"Oh come on, don't be such a scaredy cat; we're just gonna explore there, live a little!" Nightpaw's voice got higher and higher as she spoke, but she toned it down when Stormpaw flicked his tail, a sign not to wake any cats up.
Stormpaw let out a sigh. "I give up. I'm coming with you. I have to watch over you anyways; that's my duty."
Nightpaw squealed and started to bounce like the mischievous, cheerful cat she was. She couldn't wait for this! A chance to finally prove herself to Birdstar! The light brown she-cat was always quiet ever since the death of her deputy, Adderstrike. She still held warrior ceremonies though, but Nightpaw wanted Birdstar to feel some enthusiasm when she made Nightpaw a warrior.
Stormpaw groaned. "Okay, okay, I'm coming," he meowed. Nightpaw led the way, letting her nose guide her. ShadeClan was known for using their scent more than sight, and it was really dark at night, so scent was the best option to use.
"Are we going to take the dirtplace tunnel?" Stormpaw asked.
"Of course! Thornheart's on guard, remember?" Nightpaw rolled her eyes.
"…You're right. Let's go," Stormpaw gulped, then padded out of the dirtplace tunnel, following a very excited Nightpaw deeper into ShadeClan's territory. It wasn't much; just bits of grass and some tall trees, but that was because Nightpaw couldn't see that much. She could smell Stormpaw's fear scent and wondered why she had such a wimp for a brother.
She could also smell the air, cool and crisp, and the scent of prey hunting. She could smell the birds and, the squirrels. They were Nightpaw's favorite snack, whether daytime or nighttime.
But Nightpaw controlled herself. They were here to go to the old Twolegplace, not get distracted with their tasty snack. Nightpaw sighed as the scent of the delicious squirrel faded away. But her eyes brightened as she spotted light coming from the Twolegplace.
"There it is! I see it!" Nightpaw yelled and started running. She head Stormpaw yowling "Be careful!" but she took no heed of it. She just kept on running and then came to an abrupt halt when she saw the Twolegplace. Excitement filled her paws instantly, and she felt like she could keep on running without losing any energy.
She put one paw on the wooden thing that served as the ground for the Twoleg's abandoned home. She saw ripped walls, and some holes on the wooden thing. A cold breeze tugged at her fur, and she shivered a bit.
"Stormpaw…" Nightpaw turned to find Stormpaw looking cautiously around. Nightpaw snorted. Why can't he at least have some fun and break the rules once in a while?
"You mousebrain, there's no Twoleg here! It's called the abandoned Twolegplace for a reason, Stormpaw!" but Stormpaw was shuffling his paws uneasily. "Is something wrong?" Nightpaw asked, concern filling in her yellow gaze.
"It's not that, it just…this place gives me nightmares, somehow…" Stormpaw managed to say. Suddenly a smell, a…a Twoleg smell, Nightpaw could feel it, came from the back door. She gasped as the Twoleg, looking like a male, had some smoke coming out from his mouth and some black markings on his arms. He started to smirk as he saw the two cats, then went out the wooden thing to get something.
"Uh-oh." Nightpaw's ears flattened, and her neck fur bristled. She could feel Stormpaw's tail-tip on her back, urging her to run. But she couldn't; she was tied to the spot, and her legs felt like stone. She was stuck there, and she couldn't escape from the Twoleg's maniacal laughter when she was him holding a long, sharp thing.
"Run!" Stormpaw shouted, and he grabbed Nightpaw's scruff as hard as he could. Nightpaw's paws finally loosened their stony grip, and she started running. They just kept on running, ignoring the thorns scraping their pelts. One even went right above Nightpaw's eye, so close to poking her own pupil. The Twoleg was yowling at them, but they stopped as more Twolegs came with more pointy things. This can't be good, Nightpaw thought, her tail lashing furiously. Stormpaw, as the defensive older brother, hissed at the Twolegs as they drew nearer to them. When Nightpaw turned back, there were even more Twolegs there. They were cornered.
"What do we do?" Nightpaw whispered, pressing her pelt against Stormpaw's, soaking as much warmth as she could. For all she knew, this might be their last day together.
Then the Twoleg raised a sharp pointy thing, and it almost hit Nightpaw, but she was too fast for it. The sharp pointy thing stabbed a few tufts of black fur instead, and Nightpaw was relieved for that.
The sharp pointy thing came down again, and Stormpaw pushed his sister away. It hit his tail, though, and he hissed. Nightpaw gasped at the wound. There was a bit of blood dripping from it. Good thing it didn't go through the bone and snap his tail off. That would be ugly.
Before Nightpaw had time to think, that silver thing was aimed at her throat. Nightpaw shivered. Normally Twolegs would ignore them, but this was the total opposite. Which Twoleg would like to torture cats just for fun?
It came down before Nightpaw could breathe. For a split second, she saw the pointed thing going closer and closer…
But then suddenly a blur of gray blocked the pointy thing from hitting her. Stormpaw! What's he doing? Nightpaw thought worriedly. She just shook her head, and helped Stormpaw.
"You go and tell more warriors to come and help us! I'll take them! Now, go!" Stormpaw shouted furiously while clenching his teeth in an effort ot stop the Twolegs. But no, they were just too heavy. Nightpaw shook her head.
"I'm staying, no matter what! You're my brother, remember? Since Mom and Dad died from that Twoleg monster, you're the only family I have left! I…I need you!" Nightpaw blurted out before those pointy things went on her tail-tip. She yowled in pain, surprise, and confusion. She glared at the Twoleg that did it and lunged at him, long claws extended.
It scratched at the Twoleg's hind leg, but that just made it more furious. With a howl, it tried to stab her again. It cut her leg, and Nightpaw screamed and panicked. Stormpaw gasped at her wound and tried to help her. But it was no use. The Twolegs were ganging up on them.
Nightpaw and Stormpaw huddled together in the middle of the circle. Nightpaw's eyes were wide with fear and her legs never stopped trembling. Stormpaw didn't look any good too; he was trying to look as brave as possible, but carried a hint of fear in his eyes too. The Twolegs' mouths were drooling, and Nightpaw feared ofr their sanity.
This time, the pointy thing came as quick as a lightning bolt, striking into Nightpaw's head. Her screech filled the night air, and she fell to the ground, dazed. She heard Stormpaw calling to her, but she couldn't quite hear it. The pointy thing had one final aim just for Stormpaw. Nightpaw mewled weakly to him, but there was no reply, just the meeting of flesh and that sharp thing. The Twolegs laughed even more, and put those stuff away and headed to wherever their home was.
Stormpaw looked at her, his dark blue eyes glowing orbs of sadness. "We're never going to become warriors." He murmured.
"I don't care if we didn't, at least I died alone with my very own brother." Nightpaw purred hoarsely. Stormpaw managed a weak smile, and both of them found themselves staring up at the stars. "StarClan's waiting for us, you know," Nightpaw murmured, looking at the starry spirits of her warrior ancestors. They seemed friendly, ready to welcome her.
"Are you ready?" Stormpaw asked.
Nightpaw nodded. Suddenly blackness filled their vision, and, for once, Nightpaw felt content with it.
AN: Well, that's all I have for now. Review and get any plushie you want! ^_^