Hi all! So this short story is just what the title says- If Bluefur had defended Tiny. Most of us know that (possible spoilers for The Rise of Scourge) Tigerstar (paw at that time) had been encouraged by Thistleclaw to beat up Tiny the kittypet. Blue fur had watched and eventually put her foot (paw?) down and told them that was enough. But what if she did more than that? This is my scenario of what would have happened if Bluefur had defended him. *Note that I did not read the manga myself, so if everything isn't correct please forgive me :D My resources were the wiki and youtube episodes. )
Tiny bounded out from the twoleg fence, his legs aching to run, his mind needing to get away from Socks and Ruby. His eyes darted around, hoping he would find something to do. He saw a roughly made pathway which led deeper into the forest. He raced for it, wanting to leave his dreaded littermates. What did I ever do to them? Nothing! And they- they treat me like dirt, just because I'm smaller! Well not anymore, the twolegs won't drown me, Ruby and Socks won't bully me, and I'll be free. His collar jingled as he trotted deeper into the woods. A flash of fur darted through the bushes. What? Was that a- He froze when he saw two gleaming amber eyes. Tiny's eyes doubled in size when he saw a flash of claws, glinting in the sun filtering through the leaves. The- the forest cats? No! They can't be here... Two large toms stomped out of the undergrowth, along with a blue-gray she-cat.
"Well, well, well, it looks like some kittypet strayed from their twoleg den." The large gray and white tom mewed. "What a pity." He smirked.
The blue-gray she-cat shuffled her paws as she mewed,
"It's just a kit. Tell him to leave and lets get a move on." She said sharply. The white and gray tom looked utterly disgusted as he scanned Tiny, head to tail.
"No, Bluefur, a trespasser is a trespasser. He should be," he started to meow,"disciplined." he finished. His cold yellowy orange eyes narrowed. The claws on his paws started to peek out, hungry for a fight.
"Thistleclaw no," Bluefur hissed at the bulky tom, "The warrior code states that we have to help kits in danger, so why should you be able to hurt one?" As the two cats bickered, Tiny thought about whether or not he should run. He decided against it, the dark brown tom was staring at him with malice. What are they gonna do to me? I have to get away. I have to run. I have to!
"Tigerpaw, what do you think about all this?" Thistleclaw said. Without a moments hesitation the tabby tom replied,
"I think the kittypet should be taught a lesson about warriors, and boundaries, and how filthy crowfood like him shouldn't be able to step paw in the forest!" He hissed out, unsheathing his claws. They're huge! Tiny thought as his mind went numb from fear. They could tear me to shreds... Tiny was shaking. There was no escape. No escape.
"Well, Tigerpaw. Do what you must." Thistleclaw growled. Tigerpaw smiled cruelly, his claws sharp and hardened. He edged closer to Tiny, and with each pawstep, Tiny felt himself feel smaller and smaller. The young tabby cat suddenly slashed his face, leaving red claw marks against his dark fur. His nerves exploded in pain and it was as if he could still feel the sharp claws dragging along his face. Tiny attempted to bolt, but the apprentice grabbed him by the scruff and yanked him across the ground. He raised his paw for another blow, when a flurry of gray fur flew through the air. What? What was tha- Tiny started to think, when he saw the blueish cat Bluefur I think pinning Tigerpaw to the ground, snarling.
"Get off of me Bluefur!" He snarled angerly.
"Bluefur! Off my apprentice!" Thistleclaw also hissed, raising a paw ready to knock the smaller cat off. She swiftly nipped at the white warrior and gave Tigerpaw a good blow on the ear. She calmly leapt off him, nudging Tiny towards the safe twoleg walls. Tiny wanted to run, but his paws felt like rocks.
"Go! Hurry up kittypet!" Bluefur meowed sharply. Tiny finally came to his senses when he saw the enraged eyes of Tigerpaw, and the shadows of Thistleclaw, and bolted towards his home. When he crawled under the fence, he glanced through the slots in the boards, and saw the blue cat with blood smudges along her coat, as Thistleclaw scraped her leg. He then hissed an insult, yelling at Bluefur, and swished his tail in anger. Tiny wished he were bigger so he could help her in return. The she-cat swiped at Thistleclaw one last time, before she stormed off into the woods, the two toms angrily following.
"I'll never forget. I'll never forget." Tiny told himself, thanking the she-cat named Bluefur with all his life. He was too scared to leave the two-legs, and desperately needed the comfort of his mother. But the two-legs, and the river... Tiny shook his head. His own mother said that forest cats were cruel and evil. Yet, the very same type of cat had saved him from near death. Ruby can't be right. Mom was wrong, why would Ruby be right? He trudged closer to the door. Quince happened to look outside to see her son bloody and bruised. Her eyes widened in horror and she leapt out the door. Tiny was still debating whether or not he should leave. He hated it here, but the forest cats would surely kill him if he went back. Where to go? Tiny thought with his mind spinning.
"Tiny!" Quince yowled. "Oh Tiny! What happened? Are you okay? Come here, we need to see the vet." She said with hysteria clinging to her voice. She delicately tugged on his collar leading him inside. What's happening? What's happening? What is happening? Tiny kept thinking. Quince tucked him snugly into his bed after licking his wounds clean. She cuddled up next to her son, still feeling edgy. With a pang, he suddenly realized that his mother did love him.
So how was it? Too long, too short? I hope it turned out okay, I started to rush a the end. Anyways, next chapter's gonna be about if Ivypool was the third to the prophecy instead of Dovewing (Thank you Stream that Flows Around Rock. That really helped.)
