Breaking Glass
By Butterfliee
A/N: Thank you for taking time to read my story! I really appreciate it. I have to admit though; I've barely finished any stories. The only stories I've finished have been school projects, so I had to do 'em fast. And they were pretty awful too. I always say a writer must not be rushed. =D I've finished two good stories that weren't fan fiction, and also, this. It is fan fiction, just so ya know. R&R, Butterfliee...
DISCLAIMER: Erm, only Leafstar. I don't own her. She is Erin Hunter's character, and the kit's stories are too. I don't own them either. They are also by Erin Hunter.
Prologue
A blinding light. Crackle, boom, and rumble... It's all in a different world. I'm just watching. I have no part in it. The lightning, the thunder. A yowl filled the air, and the air crackled with newfound energy. A tiny, delicate looking cream and brown tortoiseshell lay on her side, every breath slowing as blood trickled from the corners of her mouth. She slowly surveyed her surroundings. It was a clearing of tall, windy grass. Windy grass....
Her dark blue eyes fluttered open and closed. Her ears swiveled back and forth cautiously. She almost gasped, not in surprise but horror as a blindingly light figure padded out of the undergrowth. It smirked, satisfied, and padded to the tortoiseshell's rising and falling side. Her voice rang in the tiny cat's ears. She only said one thing, her voice strong and clear.
"You never, ever mess with my family and get away with it." She hissed, and raked her long, spindly, sharp claws down the tortoiseshell's side. Then it smirked again and disappeared completely into the mist. The rain pounded down, stirring up thoughts. The small cat's eyes stayed open, blinking quickly, as the rain whispered secrets to her. As the tall grass repeated the figure's words over and over. As the leaves on the tall oak and maple trees cried sadly for the scarlet blood that had been shed.
She let out a pained moan and shuddered as a tall black tabby with dark blue eyes like the tortie raced through the tall grass, hurt and heart-broken. He yowled in pain when he saw his sister and collapsed at her bleeding side, breathing heavily. He held his breath as she stiffened and, slowly but still painfully, she turned her head towards him, her pelt and eyes blazing with light.
"I didn't do it." She whispered, and I let out my last breath.
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Lightning. Thunder. Rain. The smell of crowfood being washed away. The pain, the pain. The pain. The cool comfort of the tall grass. The whistling of the wind. More pain. More pain. More pain. A silent whisper, a flicker of hope. The feeling that your heart is being shattered. The pain. My pain. Shattered into millions of tiny pieces, not able to ever be put back together again. Like the fine china. Like the flowerpot that little Moonkit broke. Flowers. The smell of flowers mixed with unimaginable pain. Hard to regain thoughts. Thoughts. Mind. Mine pain. It's funny how it takes over. The pain that overwhelms me. And one last thought, the whisper of a thought, the whisper of my heart. I whispered it out loud. "I didn't do it." I promise you, I didn't do it.
I felt my heart stop and then start again. I opened my eyes to see nothing. Simply light all around me. I looked in front of me. A cat was appearing in front of me. He was a tom, gray and white. His blue eyes looked cruel and accusing. I knew instantly that I was in Starclan. A tear rolled down my cheek fur as two tunnels appeared behind him. One led to a forest of light. The other led to the Dark Forest. You couldn't see anything but darkness. The tom took a step towards me, trying not to hiss.
"The dark forest and the light forest." He practically hissed, "Which one will it be? Do you want to prove your innocence or avenge your death?" More tears spilled out from my overflowing eyes, and I looked at him with a burning flame of hatred burning inside me. My voice was barely a whisper, "Prove my innocence." He didn't hear me. My voice grew louder and stronger. "The light forest. I want to prove my innocence."
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The young black tabby cat lay horrified. He pressed his warm nose to her cold nose, wet from rain, and unmoving. He could almost hear her last scattered, sad thoughts. She was innocent. He knew it. But Starclan didn't. His mind was aroused with a new hate, a hunger he couldn't control. It overpowered him and took over his mind, soul and body. Vengeance. That's what he was created for.
A/N: So, I am hoping you liked it! I'll post the next chapter up soon!!!!