A Warriors FanFiction.
All These Thing That She'd Done.
A/N:
This is a BlueClan Challenge, it's Number One: Lost. This is my first FFN challenge that I've posted so that should be interesting!
Disclaimer:
I don't own BlueClan. If you want to join us, do so here. I don't own Warriors.
Lakepaw was lost. These tall, scraggly trees and leaf blanketed ground was nothing like the smooth, open land of RushClan. There was no water, no lames like the one she was named after. She shook her head, her black ears twitching. You could go home, the small voice in her head meowed. To comfort, to your family. But the voice spoke in lies. Home... The dusky gold she-cat had no home. No after what she'd done. Not after what the voice made her do.
She wandered, letting the wind guide her. There was nothing here, it was devoid of all life. Maybe that's a good thing. Now you can't hurt anyone. She'd never meant to lay a claw on Frightpaw. She cared for him, perhaps a little less deeply that he did her, but he was like a littermate. Surely RushClan would understand that. But you murdered him. In perfectly cold blood.
It was true, Frightpaw was dead, lying in a creek, blood pooling from his throat, lacerations all over his body. She was shocked at how beautiful his tortoise-shell coat had been, stained red with blood. And you killed him. There was no place in RushClan for cats like her. Of course, no-one knew that it was her. After the deed was done, she'd washed the blood off her fur, scraping the black, ginger, white and brown fur from her claws. They'd found her, crying over the body, her eyes glazed in shock.
"Lakepaw? Is that you?"
"Yeah, what is it, Frightpaw?"
He shifted his paws, his eyes flickering around the soft, flat landscape. There was a ditch to their left, and the lake reflected the sunset. It was all very romantic, and it made her think of Frostflight, not the loving tom in front of her.
"You know how I feel, don't you?" The words didn't strike a cord with her. You idiot, the voice hissed. You should have seen this coming. It dawned on her,
"Flightpaw..." she whispered, breathlessly.
"I know this is rushed, but I can tell you feel the same. When we become Warriors, will you be my mate. The tom's eye glowed earnestly. When we become Warriors? the voice asked, innocently. No, only one of the apprentices here will become a warriors, and that will be Lakepaw!
"Lakepaw? Are you okay? I realize it's a bit sudden but-"
The voice in her head drowned out her words. Do it! kill him! She cried in fear, lashing out with her claws, cutting his throat. He bleed thick and fast, pooling around him. His beautiful amber-brown eyes flashed in horror. Her gut twisted as he gasped is final breath. She didn't stop, her claws shining with his blood, she hacked away at his, now dead, body.
Her fur bristled at the thoughts, the memories. She hissed aloud, her green-yellow eyes shining with fear. What would she do now? Go back to your Clan. RushClan needs you, and your skill. No, they needed loyal, fierce warriors. You are loyal and fierce. They needed trustworthy, honourable and humble warriors. The voice stayed silent. She couldn't go back. She was lost, but Lakepaw couldn't return to RushClan.
Because of the voice in side her head.
Because of the these things she'd done.