THIS IS NOT ERIN HUNTER'S ORIGIN OF THE CLAN- THIS IS MY OWN VERSION! :D NOW TO THE STORY!
A gray cat limped along in the rain. His fur hung down heavily as it was soaked in the cold rain. Blood dripped from a gash on his right inner thigh. He bobbed his head up and down as he blinked rapidly, trying to force himself to stay awake. His breathing was rapid as he hissed from pain every step of the way.
He only got into the fight because of his mark. The mark of a thunder bolt was printed below his left eye. He had it there ever since he was born- a birth mark perhaps. He was always bullied by the other rogues calling him Thunder. Asking him if the mark made him feel special or asking him what species he was. His aggressive attitude did not help him either; his arrogance and impatient personality made him enemies of many rogues. His bones stuck out from lack of food because no one would help him find food. No food, no friends just a birthmark and a gash.
Who am I? Where am I from? The thought always pondered in his lonely little mind. He remembers the scent of his mother but he could not picture her. He has a thought, but his fur is gray so it would make no sense. Why are you thinking about this now?
His body shook and he stopped fighting it. He crashed on the side of a Twoleg fence...twoleg fence? when did I make my way over here? He thought.
A lightning bolt flashed the sky Oh no! His eyes widen in fear and when he hears the loud clash of thunder he flinches, his eyes shut tight. He gave a whimper of fear like a kit. He always hated thunder and lightning, it reminded him too much of the reoccurring dream when a beautiful golden colored queen was killed. The dream felt too real, the blood, the blood pulsed out of her eyes widen in surprise. The heart ache that he felt as he watched her life leave her. The cat shook his head to rid himself of the nightmare. Lightning flashed again this time illuminating an empty gap in the fence. Should I go inside and rest? The thunder answered his question for when it roared he yelped and ran inside the gate.
His paws sank deep into a yard of grass and mud. "Yuk" he spat and trudged his way through the yard. Up ahead were trash cans that were being sheltered by something attached to the twoleg roof. Taking shelter there he washed himself of the mud; spitting after every lick to rid his mouth of the awful taste.
Lightning flashed and thunder clashed again. For the sixth time the young tom flinched, shivering at the noise. He curled into a little ball mewing in fear; his leg laid out awkwardly as it was too painful to flex it.
His ears flicked when he heard commotion happening inside the Twoleg house. Lights turned on and he could hear them shouting in their language. He stiffened his body ready to run in case they came out. His eyes flicked to right leg, his fur spiked from dripping blood. If he were to run he would not get very far.
Fortunately, the Twoleg's turned away and did not examine their backyard. Giving a sigh the young cat sat back down. He knew he had to leave as soon as he woke. His stomach growled in hunger. Deep in his heart, though he would not admit it, he wish he had friends or family to help him. He longed for a friendly face, one that would hunt with him or support him when he fell. His heart clenches at the loneliness he felt. Something stirs in his mind and he looks up at the sky. Dark clouds covered the starry pelt of the night sky. Yet another reason he hated storms. He might not remember much from his past, but he remembers when he was still blind near his mother's belly. He remembered of the stories that she told of the star pelted cats.
"If ever alone, just look towards the sky and you will always find a friend." then why are they hiding behind the clouds? Why do they never answer me?
The memory of her voice and smell made him drowsy, as if just the memory of her brought him the comfort she would have provided if not gone. He curled up and drifted into sleep. The glimpse of his mother's face came to him, yes he could see it now his mother- if he could just focus. Thunder crackled through the dream shattering the blinding white background that blurred her face. Now he was faced with that golden she-cat that had blood staining her throat. Her eyes widen in with terror.
She is mouthing something, he narrows his eyes trying to make out her words. R-U-N, she is begging him to run!
"From what!" he shouts, his fur bristled- he had never made it this far into the dream. She lifts a golden a paw pointing behind him. He turns, lighting zigzags through the sky flashing him with white light. Turning the enemy into a dark silhouette with glowing eyes. With a smirk, the silhouette shows his white fangs. He now looks bigger, was it just his imagination or was he growing!?
"DIE KIT!"
Darkness consumed the young gray cat with the injured leg. The only sound he hears is that of the golden she-cat screaming...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: (yes it is a short beginning chapter but I hope it does well enough to interest you people :) )
I am trying this story out, has been in my head for a while and I hope I can deliver it well. I know Erin Hunter(s) have done books on "Origins of the Clans" and I have not yet read it (The only Warrior Cat series I have not read) but I know she has done it differently from the path I have set out for the clan cats. I feel like they do not explain Lionclan Tigerclan Leopardclan and the other clans well enough- the clan BEFORE Thunder Shadow River and Wind! So I hope this satisfies you people :)
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