Alright, here is my first attempt at a serious Fic. And yet the whole time I was writing this prologue, I couldn't stop laughing. Either I find violence amusing or this serious writing is pushing me to the brink of insanity. -- Now, behold! When kits take it too far!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own warriors. But I do own any characters that you've never seen in the books. Which may be some of them or all of them. You'll see when I reach the allegiances.
My first memory was the most horrible moment in my life.
There I was, pushing a lump of snow with my muzzle into my huge snow pile. My mommy had finally let me play out in the snow behind the nursery, since I was only 2 moons away from apprenticeship. That mound was going to reach all the way to StarClan, and they would all be so impressed that they would make me leader right then and there. Well, that's what I thought then. I now know that they would never recognize me as leader.
Something hit the pile, spraying me with snow. That something was my brother, Beechkit. He was purring like mad, obviously amused at my dazed expression.
"Hey, why did you do dat?" I spat. I was still having problems with my TH's.
"'Cus," he replied. "Why'd ya build it?"
"So," I elongated the so, "I could go up to StarClan and dey would be so imprwessed dat dey would make me weader!"
"Fowrget it," he mewled.
"Why?" I asked.
"'Cus I'm ganna be weader!" He retorted, batting me in the ear.
"No way," I batted him back. He pounced on me, and our conversation turned into a friendly squabble over who would be the better leader. I managed to get my feet into his belly and push him off me, sending him tumbling back a few feet. He stood up and shook off the snow.
"Awright, I'm ganna get you fowr that!" He sprung again. This time, it was a real furry of paws and fur. It was like a real fight, only with sheathed claws. Usually when we did this, mommy stopped us. But mommy wasn't here. Of course, a cat can't keep his claws sheathed in the heat of battle.
His claws shot out of the covers, digging into my side. "Owowowow!!"
This had gone too far. Beechkit had realized it too, because he instantly sprung off of me with a worried look on his face.
I was quivering in fear, which was a new sensation to me. Sure, I was a little scared when that big RiverClan cat came into camp, or during that snowstorm. But never like this. The muscle that he had dug into was throbbing, and so was my heart. I slowly glanced down at my sticky, bloodstained side. I had never seen blood up close before. Beechkit got a cut once, but I never got to get a good look at it. Which made the sight of my blood drizzling down my flank all the more frightening.
Something from the back of my mind was digging into my current thoughts of fear. Something I didn't recognize at the time. I now know the words. Anger. Hatred. Bloodlust. A fog of red clouded my vision. All I could see was Beechkit, cowering in fear of my strange behavior. Unable to control my actions, my unsheathed claws rose. Something was piercing the wall of red that enveloped my sight. It took me a moment to realize that they were my own claws, shining brighter that a StarClan warrior. But by then, my claws were already half way to ripping his neck in two. I used every ounce of energy in my body to try and stop, but the rage refused to give in to my willpower. Before I knew it, it was too late.
Beechkit was gone.
-sniffles and laughs at the same time- Wow, I am going insane! So, tune in next time for the next exciting chapter of Rage!
UP NEXT: Allegiances!