Hi everyone! So this is a new one-shot that I came up with. It's not entirely a warriors based story, but the idea came to me while listening to a song by Sanctus Real. Their new album is amazing! Try and example it, their music is inspiring :D
Broken
I always wondered what that word meant. Broken. I never knew the meaning of those words until I was sent to live with different Twolegs. These Twolegs were far more cruel then the ones my mother had lived with. The Twolegs my mother lived with had been kind, stupid, but kind. Perhaps it was their sheer stupidity that got me in this mess. Either way, I was in it, and there was no escape for me.
The Twolegs kept coming to me, asking if I wanted food in their strange language. When I refused to eat, they would pick me up and force me to eat their slop. After gagging over it, they would toss me aside like I was a stuffed animal. Yes, I knew what those were. My mother had lived with Twolegs long enough to understand some of their language.
When I reached my ninth moon, the Twolegs took me to a strange place. A cat had told me that I would never have kits after leaving. I never really understood what he meant by that, until I realized that I could not become pregnant.
Several seasons seemed to pass after I lived with the regret that followed. The Twolegs acted like their usual selves. They had begun to ignore me, and I was perfectly fine with that. I would sneak out a window and hunt when I could. When my belly felt satisfied, I would return. However, things took a turn for the worse when the female Twoleg disappeared. I feared she had died during the night, or the male murdered her.
The male Twoleg seemed to finally notice me, cowering in the corner of the couch. His ugly face twisted in a scowl, and he moved his upper leg to drag me from my hiding place. I let out a screech that I hoped would pierce his ears. I hated the male. He was far more aggressive then his partner had been, and his paws were too gruff for my sensitive fur.
He began to shake me like some ragged cloth. I had no choice but to endure as he threw me across the room. He was going to end my life, and for once, I was grateful. Although, had I known I was to die here, I wished my death would be quick. Even if it was painful, a quick death was the best way to go.
The pain that seared through my body was almost unbearable. I could smell my own blood, and I heard the Twoleg muttering to himself. For a moment, I thought I heard him wail. My vision was beginning to blacken, though I could see that the male was crouched. Instead of an angry scowl that I thought was permanent, his face was twisted in agony. And to my utter shock, I felt one thing come to my mind. Forgiveness.
I lay like that for the longest time, contemplating my death. It wasn't like I had asked for this sort of life. It just somehow happened to me. Now I knew what the meaning of broken was. It wasn't my limbs that seethed with pain. It wasn't the sorrow that rolled from the Twoleg in waves. It was our family. It had been broken since I joined them. Now I could only hope that the broken heart would someday heal in time.
Okay, this wasn't one of my best one-shots. It came to me, like I said, while listening to a song from Sanctus Real. You might recognize some of the words if you listen to the song, but I won't say which one.