Woo! Here comes another Warriors fanfic – and this time its not a one-shot! *confetti*
Yep, heres my first Chapter Story.
So, in the first series, we all remember Speckletail and Snowkit right? What happened to Snowkit when he was carried away by the hawk? Should ThunderClan have left him for dead? Find out here.
By the way, credit for the idea of doing a story about Snowkit goes to allygirl56. Thanks!
Disclaimer: If I had a penny for every time someone mistook me for Erin Hunter, I'd still have nothing. ;D
Chapter One: Taken.
Snowkit crouched down, his belly fur brushing the ground, while his tail lashed backwards and forwards menacingly. He unsheathed his needle-sharp claws, scratching little marks into the soft earth of the camp. Lips curled over his teeth, the small white fangs bared, and he raised his haunches off the ground. He snarled menacingly at the enemy, slowly advancing into its line of vision, yet quiet as a mouse.
The stone sat in the middle of the clearing, unknowing of the immediate danger. When the small white kit attacked, it would never know what hit it, never care what hit it either. There would be no pain, and the end would never come.
It was, after all, only a stone.
But Snowkit had a very large imagination, and to him this tiny grey lump was the largest threat of the century to his Clan.
The stone sat in front of the kit, taunting him with its... well, stony silence. Snowkit growled deeply at the rock, but it came out as more of a squeak. Not that Snowkit could actually hear himself.
Snowkit wasn't stupid - he knew that he was certainly deaf. It was obvious that he would never be like the other kits, nor would he be like the other cats when he became older. And deep within his heart, he knew he would never be able to become a warrior, and would always be known as Speckletail's deaf white kit.
But for now, he shunned away any thoughts of this unwanted knowledge, and concentrated on pouncing on this unnervable mound. He began to creep forward, inch by inch, until he was a tail length away from the enemy.
With another small squeak, he leaped forward, his hind leg muscles uncoiling and pushing him off the ground. He landed on the stone with a meow of triumph, and batted it across the front of the nursery entrance with a quick flash of a paw.
A small orange paw flicked out from inside the shadows of the nursery, capturing Snowkit's stone and pulling it inside. Snowkit mewed his disapproval, bounding into the nursery to where his toy had disappeared.
Sitting just inside the nursery, licking his paw, sat Bramblekit and the stone. Bramblekit stopped to look at the annoyed face of the white kit, and started laughing. Even if Snowkit couldn't hear him, he still knew what laughter looked like. He also knew that Bramblekit was laughing at him, at his deafness, at his weakness.
The small orange tabby looked all too pleased with himself, which made Snowkit's blood boil. He may be deaf, but he wasn't blind, or dumb!
It became too much for Snowkit to bear when Bramblekit began to talk to him, knowing that the larger kit wouldn't have a clue what he was talking about.
Why couldn't his clan treat him like a normal cat? He could be just as fast and strong as the other kits if he had extra training, and he was willing to do this. It was what he was born to do, and he wanted to become a warrior, no matter how long that would take.
StarClan, wished the young kit, please show me how I can become a warrior just like everyone else. Please help me show my Clan just how much they really need me!
He padded out of the nursery head bowed and his tail dragging in the dirt. The only cat in ThunderClan who seemed to want to help him was his own mother, Speckletail.
Snowkit could see her now, emerging from Bluestar's den behind the Highrock, eyes bright with rage and annoyance. She spotted her wandering kit, and padded over to him, giving his a quick clean.
He protested to her tongue, which was rougher than usual. She immediately began to groom him slower and softer, and Snowkit began to purr. It was moments like these, when he felt like he truly belonged somewhere, that made him happy.
Her pale tabby tail flicked over his nose from left to right, their secret way of saying 'I love you.' He rubbed his head against her pelt, and she picked him up the scruff, back into the nursery.
The sun peeked in through the protective brambles of the nursery, warming Snowkit's face. He yawned and stretched in his nest, ridding all thoughts of sleep from his head. Speckletail padded into the nursery, fresh-kill hanging from her mouth. Snowkit let the warm scents play over his sensitive nose, guessing she had brought him a juicy little vole.
He bounded up to her, drawing his tail over her nose from left to right. She set the vole down and together they sat and shared the prey, and Snowkit's rumbling belly was soon filled.
Speckletail flicked her tail towards the entrance, signalling to him to follow her outside. Immediately, she crouched down into the hunters stance, and Snowkit tried to copy her. Speckletail managed to knock him off balance all too easily though, so he tried it again.
The white kit's pelt prickled uncomfortably as he realised someone was watching him. Off to the side, Brackenfur and Fireheart were talking to each other and throwing glances in his direction. Snowkit's heart sank; now even the deputy was making fun of him.
Before he had a chance to dodge Speckletail's paw, Snowkit once again found himself on one side in the dirt. The old queen scratched the earth with one claw, telling him to try again. Having had enough, Snowkit merely rolled and jumped around the she-cat, begging for her to play.
But the queen refused to let him stop, and soon Snowkit was once again crouching in the dust, trying desperately to imitate his mother. By the time sun-high arrived, he still hadn't got the hang of it; but seeing Brackenfur watching him the whole time made him want to show he could be trained, he could become a great warrior.
It was far past sun-high, and even Brackenfur had left the mother and her kit in peace. Speckletail sighed, and laid her tail gently on her son's shoulder.
Wait here.
Her pale tabby coat disappeared behind the nursery to where the queens made their dirt, and Snowkit was left alone once again in the clearing. Determined to show his mother that he had learnt the hunters stance, Snowkit began to practice by himself.
Low to the ground, haunches up but not too far up, head high, eyes alert. Creep forward slowly, delicately and soundlessly. Coil hind leg muscles, and push forward, front paws out in front with claws unsheathed.
Snowkit purred to himself; finally he was getting somewhere! He'd show his Clan, and all he had to do was concentrate.
In fact, Snowkit was so immersed in concentrating, that he didn't see the other cats in the camp turn for cover, mouths open as they screamed in terror. He didn't see Speckletail emerge from the dirt place, yowling his name, nor did he see Fireheart and Brackenfur shouting at him.
He only saw the hawk when it was too late, its talons already gripped into his soft pelt, wings beating as it tried to gain altitude.
Snowkit screamed his terror in one long, thin wail. A wail, that he couldn't even hear.
But the hawk was suddenly losing height, and Snowkit realised that Speckletail had jumped and grabbed him. It was a game of tug-of-war between his mother and a hawk, and he was the prize.
Fireheart leaped up, trying to help Speckletail, but the hawk had pulled away from the ground. It unhooked one of its talons, scratching the old queen across her face, and she let go of her kit, unable to hold on any longer.
The victorious hawk sped away from the clearing, and as Snowkit looked back, he could see the whole of ThunderClan standing shocked in their camp. Speckletail was yowling her lament for all to hear, and Snowkit replied with his own.
I'm sorry.
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