Hi, a Warriors new Fic here! (Duh WackyPanda, isn't it obvious?)
This is my 1st time I'm writing a Warriors fanfic, I have suddenly become obsessed with them lately…XD
Disclaimer: Erin Hunter owns everything to do with Warriors in this story (Sorry, too lazy to write out more….)
(As you might have noticed 'Person who sucks at summaries here')
They were fighting, yelling again. Like they always had, well for as long as I could remember – sometimes I thought back to when I still couldn't see, when Oakkit and I spent out days sleeping, I could hear mums soft purr fill up the entire cave, and dads, joining in. Sometimes, in my dreams, I could see mother – Star next to my father – Sand. They would be sitting, shoulder touching and purring to each other. But, a dream was only a dream. They don't happen often, only when Dad goes off somewhere and Mum goes hunting, leaving Oakkit and I alone, two fluffy balls of fur, often making one ball, a half ginger, half black ball, as we snuggled together to keep warm. Mother would always come back soon, smelling of freshkill. She would bring a scrap of meat back for us to chew on. But when Dad comes back the yelling starts again, they would start quietly, whispering harsh words at each other, both afraid to wake the 'kits', then Dad – yes, it was always dad, would suddenly lunge at mum, claws glinting and Mum who claw back. Then Dad would go off again and Mum would curl around us, licking her wounds.
But he would always come back, creep back when everyone was asleep – well not everyone and lay near, his green eyes looking at us, well Oakkit. In the morning, they usually fought, he would leave, Mum would leave to hunt and then he came back. Hiding behind a rock, he watched Oakkit race around the clearing, either chasing me or getting chased. Dad's eyes never left him. Never flitted to me, but, I suppose that's ok, I didn't know him that well anyway. Sometimes he would come and play with Oakkit, leaving me out by the side. Oakkit, Oakkit always came back to me. Always, even when dad played with him, he would call; call for me to join the game, Dad would look at me then, with his wicked green eyes fill of venom. He had that evil glint in his eyes, like he could kill me in one bite. I was a coward, too afraid to go near him, too scared. Then Oakkit would come back to me and we would play together again, Dad scowled when Oakkit did that and always shot me a glare fill of hatred.
Sorry for making it so short … *-*
Who can guess what will happen next?