Ch. 1
A cat from the shadows hissed at her. Jingle steered herself away from the cat, in defense. The cat leaped on Jingle.
"Hey! Get off! If you want a fight, I'll give you one!" Jingle hissed. The she-cat's teeth sank into Jingle's throat. Jingle yowled in pain, and flung the wildcat off of her. Her back was arched and she bared her teeth. The cat stood up, and stared at Jingle. It appeared to be a ginger she-cat, and she padded out of the shadows.
"You're strong. For a kittypet." She meowed. Jingle still felt hostility, floating in the air between them. The cat stepped closer to her. Jingle bared her teeth at the wildcat.
"Stay away! I don't know if you have a group of other cats with you!" Jingle hissed. The she-cat laughed.
"If I did, they would've ripped you to shreds. I'm Sandpaw by the way." The ginger cat meowed. Jingle still couldn't trust the cat.
"I don't trust you!" Jingle hissed, unsheathing her claws and throwing herself at the she-cat. Sandpaw obviously wasn't ready, and Jingle pinned her down easily.
"Argh! And I thought kittypets were untrained and fat!" Sandpaw hissed. Jingle put more pressure on the she-cat. She was the same size as Sandpaw, but stronger.
"Kittypet sounds like a unnessessary term. An insult!" At the last word, Jingle scratched Sandpaw on her shoulder. A blue cat and a white cat jumped out of the bushes.
"Stop!" The blue cat hissed. Jingle bared her teeth and glared at the cat.
"Who's going to stop me?" Jingle challenged. The white cat lunged at her, but Jingle had seen it coming, and as he passed, she scratched his muzzle. The white cat looked at Jingle, smiling.
"I'll stop you. Now get off my apprentice!" He hissed. The blue she-cat stood in front of the white tom.
"That's enough. We've seen the proof." She meowed. The white tom nodded.
"Yes Bluestar." He meowed. Bluestar turned and looked at Jingle, who was off of Sandpaw now.
"I am Bluestar. Leader of ThunderClan. This tom is Whitestorm. Sandpaw's mentor. Have you heard of the four Clans-"
"My father told me about them. He says they're evil, and they kill, if you get in their way. He's trained me, and there's no way I'd give up my life for that evil life that you live!" Jingle hissed. Sandpaw's eyes narrowed.
"I thought you wouldn't hesitate to join us!" She meowed, tragedy filling her voice. Jingle rolled her eyes. Bluestar spoke again.
"Who is your father kit?" She asked. Images of Jingle's step-father Scourge filled her mind. Her mother's name was Oak. In honor of her light brown pelt.
"Are you going to answer her?" Whitestorm broke into Jingle's thoughts.
"No, I'm not. I don't trust a single cat unless they're my family!" She hissed. Sandpaw's claws unsheathed.
"Then if you aren't one of us, you're an intruder!" She hissed, jumping towards her. Jingle rolled over, dodging the attack. Sandpaw was out of breath when she landed.
"You would make a great apprentice." Bluestar meowed. Jingle glared at the she-cat.
"That's because my father trained me!" She said, matter of factly. Bluestar let out a heavy sigh.
"Think about it. Hard. Whitestorm will be here tomorrow at sunhigh so you can tell him. I want you to think about how great your future could be." Bluestar meowed. Jingle's ears flattened, as her bravery was washed away.
"Okay." She meowed. Bluestar, Whitestorm, and Sandpaw dissapered in the bushes. A pair of paws thudded on the ground. Jingle turned around. Her father's sleek black pelt was shimmering in the moonlight.
"Scourge, I didn't scent you..." She trailed off.
"Chatting with the Clan cats? What a disgrace to the family you are! Wait until I tell Oak, I'm dissapointed in you. They're so evil, when I was a kit, they didn't hesitate to kill me. But a blue-furred she-cat stood up for me. There are soft ones, and harsh ones-"
"Blue-furred? I met a she-cat just now. Does the name Bluestar occure?" Jingle asked, interrupting her father. Scourge let out a growl of frustration, and he unsheathed his claws.
"You know their names? I cannot believe you! I have told you that you can't talk to any other cat, unless they're one of us! Now come back to camp with me." He hissed. Jingle flattened her ears and followed her step-father to their camp. It was dawn by the time they arrived. Jingle started to pad to her bed, until Keen stopped her.
"Where did you go? You smell weird. Can you show me where you went later-"
"Shut up Keen! I'm going to sleep. Then we could go to the forest." She grumbled.
Keen's white paws were thumping the ground, nonstop. Jingle grabbed him by the scruff of his neck.
"I said shut up mouse-brain! Jeez!" She hissed. Keen wriggled out of his friend's grip, and sat silent for Jingle's whole nap.
"Jingle. Think about it. Hard. You'd make a great apprentice." Bluestar's voice echoed through Jingle's mind as she slept. Jingle looked up at Bluestar, as if she was in the forest again.
"I have made my decision. I want to be a ThunderCLan apprentice." Jingle meowed. Bluestar nodded, and faded into the darkness.
When Jingle woke up, it was sunhigh. Keen seemed very excited.
"Are we going? Are we going?" He asked, jumping up and down. Jingle cuffed his ear.
"No. I'm going to go hunt in the forest." Jingle lied. Keen seemed very dissapointed. Before he could respond, Jingle walked away, and to the camp entrance.
"Going somewhere?" Scourge's deep voice sounded behind her. Jingle turned around and looked at her father.
"I'm going hunting." She lied again. Scourge rolled his eyes.
"I am forbidding you from leaving camp!" Scourge meowed. Jingle stomped her paw on the ground in frustraion.
"You can't control my every pawstep!" She hissed. Scourge's back arched, and he bared his teeth.
"I can. And there's nothing you can do about it!" He hissed. Jingle unsheathed her claws, and scratched her father on the side of his face. He yowled in pain, and Jingle ran, as fast as she could, within the time that she had, before he came racing after her. Jingle ran, so fast, that when she stopped, her paws kept moving, and she crashed into a tree.
"Is this the strong and smart kit you were talking about?" A low voice meowed. Jingle turned, and saw a dark tabby tom, standing next to Bluestar. He looked bigger and stronger than her. Jingle looked into the tom's eyes.
"Please, take me to your camp, before my father finds me!" Jingle begged, her eyes clouding with sadness. The tabby nudged Bluestar.
"Jingle, this is Tigerclaw. He has come to meet you. He will be your mentor." Bluestar meowed. Out of the corner of her eye, Jingle saw flash of black. She stepped backwards.
"He's here!" She shrieked. Bluestar was barreled over by Scourge, who was angry. Blood dripped from the side of his face that Jingle scratched. It looked deeper than she meant. Scourge looked up, and when he saw Jingle, a fire of anger went ablaze in his eyes. He jumped off of Bluestar and padded slowly towards his daughter.
"I'm going to kill you. And I don't care what any cat will do, you're evil! And you're a disgrace to the family!" He hissed, lunging at Jingle. She rolled over, using the move that he taught her. Scourge landed, and immediatly jumped at Jingle again. This time, she wasn't prepared. She flew off the ground, and hit a tree. By now, her vision was blurry, but she stood up to fight. When Scourge's paws were lifted off the ground, Tigerclaw tackled him.
"Leave! And never come back!" He hissed. Scourge jumped and ran as fast as he could, away from Tigerclaw. Jingle still felt dizzy, but the scar on her neck, was bleeding heavily. Bluestar picked her up by the scruff of her neck, and she and Tigerclaw padded through the forest. By the time they reached, what Jingle learned was their, "home", Bluestar padded into a den, where a she-cat was.
"Spottedleaf, this kit is going to join ThunderClan, but we may not announce her arrival until her wounds are clean and when she is healed." Bluestar meowed. Spottedleaf took Jingle, and placed her on moss.
"Hello little kit. I'm Spottedleaf, the medicine cat for ThunderClan. This might sting a little, but your wounds will heal quicker." She meowed. Jingle relaxed on the soft moss, and closed her eyes. Living in a Clan was much better than living with other cats.
I know you're all confused, but since this is a fanfic, in this one, Firepaw has warrior blood... don't judge!
and Ravenpaw doesn't exist... don't judge!
Sandpaw found Jingle, who was a rogue, not a kittypet! Instead of Graypaw, finding Rusty, a kittypet.
Don't insult me on Jingle's father being Scourge! There are lots of fanfics out there, and most of them arent based on facts.
In my world, i dont give a crap if the names are stupid. If you hate my names, haters gonna hate. God!
please be polite! Pwitty pweeze! i get very discouraged when people say,
"OH I HATE UR STORY BECAUSE IT ISN'T BASED OFF OF FACTS!" and so on.
You like this? please review. Please.
Also, all people who want CH. 2! What do you want Jingle's apprentice name to be?
ANOTHER UPDATE WITH THE NAMES:
1) Mosspaw
2) WINDPAW WAS ELIMINATED BECAUSE I CAN'T NAME A CAT AFTER A CLAN
3) Barkpaw
4) Sprucepaw
5) Rockpaw (dull, I know XD)
UPDATE WITH NAMES:
6) Silentpaw
7) Leafpaw
put your number with your review, which ever one you want. I'll do it, who ever likes which better, out of ten. Oh, and this is her pelt description:
brown, with light brown stripes and green eyes
REVEIW! :D
~GAPeach22