I was really happy by how many reviews i got for "Doubted: Divided" so please, keep reviewing! This one is called "Doubted: Divided" as you can probably tell, so yeah... please read on. I would really appreciate some more names! Oh, and the fifth reviewer gets to come up with the name of the evil cat villan (mua-ha-ha) (u know, like Tigerstar but a different name...) REVIEW!
Hugs, mysterys
There were corpses everywhere. Everywhere. A beautiful blue-gray she-cat draped over a tom was racking with sobs, saying, "Why did it have to be you? I need you!" She raised her face to the stars and seemed to refrain from screaming.
A kit stood next to a motionless grey-brown form and said shrilly, "Mommy? I'm hungry." She did not move. The kit nudged her and slid under the corpse, sniffling and saying, "Mommy, wake up. Daddy and me want you to wake up." A brown tabby tom licked the kit and said hoarsely, "She won't wake, Opalkit. She won't wake." Opalkit sniffed and said, "Why not?"
Nearby, a dark grey cat dragged the bodies into the river, saying to the limited gatherers, "We do not have time for burying them; I'm certain Darkclan will return."
The tabby tom sighed and picked up the kit. He voiced, "Whitegleam? When do you think your kits will come? Opalkit needs milk."
Whitegleam looked up and said despairingly, "What will we do? There are only seven warriors, two apprentices and a kit left. We will die out; Riverclan will be gone."
Barrentalon shook his head and said, "Whitegleam, you and Raintail are going to have kits soon; and Starclna will choose our new leader. Darkclan will return; but I'm certain we will have time to find a sanctuary first. Let us gather." He yowled to the nine other cats who clustered around him.
A lighter gray tom said in a gravelly voice, "We need to find somewhere to sleep, Barrentalon. And if you can't find a place to sleep, which you probably can't, then I will." He sniffed smugly.
A lithe silver she-cat slipped through the surrounding cats and hissed fiercely at the stuck up light gray tom with her purple eyes flashing, "if anybody can't find a place to sleep, it's you, Mousetail."
Mousetail hissed in return and said, "Nobody here would trust the word of a previous-loner, Purplerose."The silver she-cat growled but was interrupted by Barrentalon stepping between the bickering enemies.
He snapped at Mosuetail, "She has done her share as part of the clan; I saw her kill 4 Groundclan cats tonight. Do not call her a loner." He turned to Purplerose and said, "Don't let him provoke you, because if you attack we will question your loyalty. The last thing we need right now is fighting among out own clan!"
Whitegleam and Raintil stepped forward, saying almsot in unison, "We need a place to rest; a safe place, we could collapse at any minute and have our kits. Please, just get us somewhere safe."
Barrentalon nodded and turned to the trembling apprentices. He said quietly to one, "Violetpaw, please search the trees for a place to sleep; preferably one with thick branches to lay down on." The she-cat-apprentice tipped her brown her and her piercing purple eyes were lowered with respect.
Barrentalon turned to the elder apprentice and said, "Pantherpaw, please assist Violetpaw." The apprentice was a pure black short-furred tomcat with glowing yellow-green eyes, and his face was a slightly lighter black. Pantherpaw turned and walked away; his long black tail sweeping along the ground. He was only a few moons from being a warrior.
The rest of the cats huddled together until the two apprenitces returned; beckoning the remaining clancats to follow them. Pantherpaw sprung up one tree and Violetpaw went into another. The group broke in half and soon they were all huddling together in the trees now, still frightened out of their wits.
Barrentalon glanced around him and said, "Which of us remaining would like to possibly become a leader?"
Four out of the seven warriors stepped foward; Metalfang, Purplerose, Mousetail and Barrentalon himself.
Mousetail coughed rudely when Purplerose stepped foward and said, "You actually think you could be leader? You had a litter and you're not a clancat!" He struck a superior pose and sniffed disdainfully.
Purplerose said in a forced calm voice, "I am a clancat now and Violetpaw is my only daughter. My mate is dead and I will have no more kits." She stepped back and climbed higher in the tree away from Mousetail; sniffing slightly at having to mention her departed mate.
Suddenly a yowl echoed from the next tree; Raintail was having her kits; three of them. The first one was a sturdy dark brown tom named Mottlekit. His sisters were both tortoiseshells and were named Softkit and Azurekit. Raintail and Metalfang licked them firmly, and Pantherpaw helped name Mottlekit.
Three days later, after avoiding the shadows of Groundclan cats; the remaining Riverclan members moved from place to place; taking turns caring the treasured kits. Whitegleam yelped suddenly as they crossed intothe mountains, and Metalfang hissed fiercely, "Shh!The tribe will hear you!" Whitegleam nodded and said faintly, "My kits are coming."
Barrentalon immediately lunged towards his mate and said urgently, "Do you think you can make it to the top of the hill? Pantherpaw has just reported two Groundclan cats following us. Whitegleam nodded; her already light pink ear-tips paling visible.
When they reached the top of the hill; Whitegleam said quietly in a hoarse voice;
Trust the sea, trust the stone
But do not leave the dead alone
the war has begun
Toss the demon away
Or the rodent will pay
Ruled by the empty
Seconded by the rose
Barrentalon said in an awestruck voice, "What Whitegleam?" Whitegleam repeated it and said in an even fainter voice, "Prophecy from Starclan. You are leader, my love, Barrentalon. Barren means empty, but my your soul will soon be empty of me." Barrentalon looked down and said "and Purplerose will be deputy." Whitegleam nodded; before starting to wheeze and convulse, shaking uncontrollably. Again, three kits were born; a grey one, a white one, and a black one.
The first-born was gray; a gray tom with faint stripes. His name was soon determined to be Scorchkit.
The second-born was a white she-cat . Not a pale white; but a pearly glossy white; hence her name soon became Pearlkit.
The last-born was a black she-cat (A/N: I kno the name sounds like a tom but it is a SHECAT). Not a chalky black; but a shining shimmering black with black glistening eyes. But her ears were large and pointed; and red.(A/N: devil horns; tee-hee!)
That was Devilkit. It was unbelievable that she WAS NOT related to Pantherpaw; both having black coats; but Pantherpaw's eyes were yellow. Whitegleam drew a last breath and said hastily, "Be safe my loves; the devil will pay."
This is Devilkit of Riverclan; and this is her story.
Soooo... what do you think? Just so's you know; I've tried writing this two other times and i am not erasing it again! REVIEW pantherpaw and Devilkit are TOTALLY NOT RELATED, that will beimportant laterin the story, if u catch my drift (nudge, nudge, wink, wink)
Hugs, mysterys