Water Ripples
Hi. This is going to be a long story, with multiple twists and turns as we go along. This is a lot of fun to write about, seeing as I understand Amber – the villan- thoroughly.
Summary
Filth is a rogue, a she-cat that has never ventured beyond her Two-legplace. Leaving results in death, partnership results in death, and keeping your kits results in death. And, most importantly, step one paw on Amber's territory and you'll be ripped to tiny pieces which will then fed to the cursed mountain lion- Atlas. Named after ancient cilivazational beasts, Atlas is rumoured to be vicious, hungry and alas, territorial. When Filth meets Amber, who turns out to be a soft, loving friend, and renamed 'Water' her live is turned in another direction.
Disclaimer:
If I did own Warriors, it would be awful. No one would be on this site in the first place. So, just be grateful for that. All of these characters are mine, but the clans aren't.
Enjoy!
It was windy, and the water gleamed with the light of the moon. The leaves brushed against the strong gushes of air, and they rustled in protest. Almost every cat was asleep, except for the few.
"They are small, Atlas. I'm not sure why they're so tiny. A father, a mountain lion, and they are normal sized." A she-cat's voice was heard over the rush of the wind.
"That is good. They can go on to live a normal life, just like they were meant to. I'm taking them to different places. This one… this one shall rule the Two-legplace."
"Are you sure, Atlas? What about this one, which is a tom, which would be better respected." The she-cat meowed again.
"Sometimes a different soul earns more respect than six normal ones, just for their views." Atlas replied. "A she-cat must rule them. They would kill the other kits if they knew they were alive. A threaten to her throne. That's why we must separate them, to make them think otherwise."
"We should name them." The she-cat mewed. "So we know them. We should tell the cats to raise them the names we chose."
"Water, you know that they might take on different names." The mountain lion replied.
"Maybe," she replied. "The one to rule shall be called Amber."
The she-kit had soft grey fur, and brilliant wide amber eyes that she had only opened this morning. The other kits were yet to open their eyes.
"The tom shall be called Robin," Atlas added.
He flicked an ear at a golden coloured tom.
"This one shall be called Vine."
She pointed at the she-cat with the long, winding tail.
"Very well, Water. I'll take Amber to the Two-legplace, and seeing as no one knows who you are, you can take Robin and Vine to separate she-cats. I'll ask Jungle to help me."
Water licked Amber on the head in farewell. "Good luck, my kit."
Atlas licked Robin and Vine over the ears, and picked up the small grey bundle by the scruff.
He set off toward the Two-leg-place, a mewling kit squealing erratically for its mother.
He felt like he had made a huge mistake, letting the other kits go. But he shrugged it off, and delivered the small kit to the awaiting queen at the warden's den.
He didn't know that his mate, after dropping off Robin, had been ambushed and killed. By no other than the rogues he just gave his kit too.
Like it? No? It gets a lot more exciting as it goes on. The main character isn't Amber, but she's one of them.
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Weald. (Should update soon.)