Hey guys, Froststar back -Now I will be going by the name of Duskpool because Froststat is so used, and I would prefer to not have a leaders name anymore-, but this time with a better story! My last story that I uploaded was kinda terrible, so I decided to start clean and fresh with a completely new one. This one is called "The Hidden Tribe" and me and a friend -who doesn't have an account on here- wrote it for the sole purpose of laughter, but then it became serious, and here we are, writing a book!
To begin, Im going to dive straight into Chapter One because I have no idea what to do a Prologue on, and really there was no need because this will be a "normal" story, with no prophecy's or powers...that is, unless you want some? But still, idek what use they will be for the plot that I have set.
For meh book, it will mainly be told from Shortfur perspective -a lonely she-cat that just got thrown out of her Clan for reasons that you will find out in this chapter- but there will be some side character that will have their chance in their own chapter.
Ok, well, I think this is enough, so lets just dive right in to "The Hidden Tribe"!
Chapter One
Shortfur trekked down the path carved in the mountains, forcing her head up. She was so tired, but would never admit weakness again. Ever. She kept walking down the steep side of the mountain lifting her nose up every so often to scent for anything. Water was what she wanted. She'd been walking since the day before, never stopping in case someone saw her. And she couldn't have that. Show no weakness and that was that.
She kept walking but stopped as she heard a faint trickle of water from a small cave weathered in the side of the steep mountain, and before she knew what was happening, she had her head down and was drinking huge gulps of the water delight. She kept drinking until she couldn't anymore then lifted her head and licked the drops of water off her whiskers.
She circled around to walk out but saw a big wall of green in the far corner of the cave. She wanted to so desperately walk out and get as far away from her fake home, but the blurriness in her eyes made her walk over onto the moss padded stone. She circled around once then flopped down on her stomach and wrapped her tail around her and up over her nose. She closed her eyes and soon fell asleep.
"Who are you?" A deep, growling voice said waking Shortfur up. She bolted to her feet and spun around in a circle, trying to identify where the voice came from. "I won't ask again, who. Are. you?" The voice sounded from behind her. She spun around but saw nothing."Show yourself, you coward!"
Shortfur hissed with her back arched and her fur fluffed out. She spun around again but saw nothing. She walked to the exit, with her back to it, trying to see anything in the black abyss. She turned her head to the left as a soft running sound sounded from above. Before she could move, a black figure with dark blue eyes was standing in front of her.
"Who are you?" The figure said, his hot breath washing over her face. Shortfur stared at him, wondering if she could outrun him. She decided against it because the figure looked well muscled, and she was weak from walking.
"I'm Shortfur. And who are you?" She said flatly. The dark, figure stared at her evenly.
"I'm Timber." He said after a little while as if he was thinking his name over. Shortfur narrowed her eyes and lowered her ears. There was something wrong with this cat, and she was didn't want to know what it was.
"What do you want from me?" She growled, looking him up and down. He smirked and walked past her, out of the cave.
"What do you want from me?" he asked as he made his way out of the cave, flicking her face with his bushy tail. Shortfur growled and faced him with a fierce stare. He did no more than laugh. "Your a feisty one, aren't you? Now, what are you doing so far from home?" He asked as he sat down to groom his wild hair.
"How do you know I'm far from home? Or what was my home, those mouse-brained traitors." She hissed the last part more to herself than Timber.
"All I know is that up the mountain is a tribe of cats. And you reek of their stench." He said as he wrinkled his black muzzle.
she growled, whipping her tail back and forth as she waited for the black cat to say something.
"So then when are you going back?" He said as he looked into her light green eyes. She sighed as she looked back at him, his blue eyes looking her over.
"I am not going back to that place." She hissed with anger. He stared in shock at the rage in the she-cat's voice.
"What happened?" He asked, curious. Shortfur shot him a glare, but looked away as she remembered the sad and anger stricken memory. Her eyes narrowed as she said,
"My mate," She spat the word. "Cheated on me with an apprentice. His name was Ashfeather. He was the perfect mate, and we were planning on having kits soon. But, apparently, I took too long and he went with Redpaw. The mouse-brained she-cat didn't even treat him right. She was a stuck up tick of a cat." She sighed.
"I was so mad, I decided the only thing I could do was kill Redpaw. So that's what I did. Late one night, I said that I needed to go for a walk, and asked the apprentice to go with me. And, of course, the flea-brain came. Then I killed her. Ashfeather asked where Redpaw was. He was planning on spending the night with her, and he asked an apprentice, and he said that she was with me. He knew that I was jealous, so he came straight away, but was too late. I already had my teeth fasted in her neck. The taste of blood in my mouth." Shortfurs face twisted into a grin.
"His face gave everything away. He tried to turn and run, but I was faster. I tackled him to the ground. I told him he made a mistake and that we could get back together, start over. But he would hear nothing of it. He told me I was crazy, and I said I was crazy for him. I lost myself, and then sank my fangs into his neck as he refused me over and over. I didn't know what I did until it was already done with. I was scared and panicked. I ran to the nearest stream and washed off the blood, then went back to the bodies and picked up all my hair and ran back to camp, hoping that I could tell them that they got attacked by some rouges" Her head lowered and her ears fell flat on her head. "I couldn't handle the fact that I killed two cats, so I confessed, hoping that I wouldn't get exiled. But, it happened and I'm here." She sighed. She looked back up.
Timber looked at her with shock and disgust clear in his eyes. But he dared not to say anything. "Yet, I regret nothing." She said. She turned away from the tom and looked over the mountain. "And to get rid of this memory, I am going somewhere far away from here. So nice meeting you and all, but I'm leaving." She said, the hardness returning to her voice. "Now." She added more fiercely as the tom's face fell.
"N-no! You can't go. We just met! I want to get to know you better." He said, focusing his eyes on his paws.
"I already told you about me, and I don't want to get to know you. So now, I'm leaving and you can't do anything about it." Shortfur snarled. She's never seen a cat so weak. She turned around and started walking down the steep mountain. She thought of him with disgust in her eyes.
"Shortfur! Please don't go. I have nowhere to go, no one to be friends with. Please come back!" He meowed feebly. Her face twisted into a snarl, and she stopped.
"If I ever see your face again, I swear to the stars I'll rip it to shreds." She hissed through gritted teeth, then turned back and kept walking. She heard the soft pad of paws behind her, but ignored it. If he wanted to stop her, she could clearly beat this inexperienced tom, however tired she was. She turned her head as a dark shape walked next to her. She stopped.
"I thought I told you to get away from me!" She hissed. He stopped in front of her and fixed her with his dark blue eyes.
"No." He said, his eyes narrowing. "There is nothing you can do to get rid of me." He stared at her. She stared back. She stood up and walked past him, not acknowledging the fact that he was behind her. "Where are we going?" He asked, the cheeriness and weakness returning back to his voice. She ignored him. He asked again and the she-cat still ignored him again and walked ahead. He came up and shoved her, making her tumble, and she turned on him with a hiss.
"Push me one more time crowfood, and you'll be sorry." She said as she backed him up to the mountainside. He smiled.
"Oh, no. I'm so scared!" He squealed with laughter. Shortfur didn't find it very funny. She took him but the scruff, and dragged him to the edge of the mountainside. He tried to wiggle free, but she wouldn't let the tom go.
"Say one more thing and I will have no problem with throwing you off this stupid mountain." She said through his thick fur. She felt the toms head jerk as he closed his mouth. Her head turned as she heard a voice from a little down the path. A tom cat with yellow and orange fur came running up the mountain, jumping over a boulder yelling, "Hey!"
Shortfurs neck strained as she hauled Timber from off the ledge she hung him over and whipped around to face the striped cat that was running towards them, her fur spiked up and hackles raised. As the cat cleared the boulder with what looked like ease, he raced towards them with nimble paws. Shortfur laid her ears back and stuck her tail up in challenge as he came closer.
"What in StarClan's name are you doing?" He said, glaring at Shortfur, seemingly not bothered by her hostile figure. He whisked past her and over to where a shaking Timber stood. "Are you okay?" He asked as he sniffed his quivering pelt. Timber nodded and response, and tried to gather his composure with a deep breath.
"She wasn't really going to drop me." He said as he finally stopped shaking. He gave Shortfur with a glare, which she returned with a growl.
"You wanna bet, you quivering flea pelt?" She hissed with rage as she took a step closer, pushing back Timber, who's back paw slipped off the path. He looked back but didn't fall.
"Both of you stop or one of you is going to get killed." He said as he shoved Timber away from the edge. Shortfur stood in his way, blocking him from going any farther.
"And who are you to say anything, flea brain?" Shortfur hissed, getting up close in the tom's face. He looked at her with an even glare, neck fur bristling.
"I think I'm a cat who values others and not just themselves." He hissed. "Now back up and let me by." He said evenly as he pushed past her.
"Don't bother with him, he's just a lump of cowardly fleas." She hissed and the tom walked over to Timber. Ignoring her, the tom sat down next to Timber.
"Hi, I'm Tigerstripe of TigerClan. Well, was. Anyway, who are you?" He asked as he made himself comfortable.
"I'm Timber, and that's Shortfur over there." He said as he nodded to the furious she-cat. She stalked over, head and tail high.
"I can introduce myself just fine." She growled as she glared at Timber. "As this fleapelt said I'm Shortfur, from FrostClan, before they turned into lying traitors." She hissed through clenched teeth. Tigerstripes ears pricked at this.
"You were a Clan cat?" He asked, head tilted. Shortfur rolled her eyes.
"No, I was part of Flying Hedgehog Tribe." She said flatly. Tigerstripe, who didn't seem fazed by her tone, looked confused.
"But I thought there was always four Clans?" Tigerstripe whispered under his breath. "Could you tell me more about your old Clan?" He said, raising his voice. Shortfur, who looked confused, said, "Very well, as long as you tell me about your Clan." She said, narrowing her eyes.
"Of course," Tigerstripe said, bowing his head. Shortfur sat down and curled her tail around her paws, the look of dislike still shining in her eyes.
"So, to begin, I am the first generation of FrostClan. We were founded two seasons ago and that's it. Nothing special about them, just that their lying traitors." She said smoothly, hissing the last part. Tigerstripe took this in, nodding.
"Well, I'm happy for you guys." He said. Shortfur nodded and rolled her eyes. "Well, for my old Clan, it's pretty much the same, just that we were founded many, many seasons ago. May I ask, who is your leader?" He finished.
"My old leader was a mouse brain and has no reason to be recognized." She hissed. Tigerstripe nodded and didn't push it.
"But what was his name?" Timber cut in, obviously eager to know. Shortfur glared at him but soon answered.
"His name is Atlas. He named the Clan after his mother, Frost." Tigerstripe gave her a confused look.
"I thought that all leaders had "Star" in their name?" Tigerstripe asked. Shortfur shrugged her shoulders, not really set on answering. Tigerstripe glanced at her but didn't say anything.
"Atlasstar sounds pretty mouse brained to me." Timber said, cutting into the conversation once again. Shortfur glared at him, while Tigerstripe gave him a puzzled look.
"I find it pretty mouse brained that you keep butting into our conversation," Shortfur growled. Timber looked at his paws.
"Sorry I have an opinion." He mumbled. Tigerstripe gave him a look of sympathy while Shortfur snorted and stood up to leave.
"Where are you going?" Timber said as he looked back up.
"As far away as possible from you two nosey flea brains." She growled as she kept walking down the mountain. Shortfur heard Timber yell after her but didn't look back. She trudged down the path, the two toms still in her mind.
"Come on Shortfur, get it together." She hissed to herself as she pushed them out of her head and focused on the path ahead of her.
How was that for the first chapter, huh? I think it was ok, but it's so short! -Well, over 2,000 words, -not including these AN's, I believe that is what there called?-but idk if that's short- I will try to get the next chapter longer. Oh and, I will try to upload ever two weeks or so, but that's not a promise, being a seventh grader and playing two sports at the time, it will be difficult, but I will try my best to upload as much as possible...well, maybe i'll write, like, 5 chapters at once, then upload them all in one day? Idk, maybe, tell me what you think I should do plzzzz because idk what I'm doing lol
~Duskpool