Hullo folks, and this is chapter two of Fallen Stars! I do NOT own Erin Hunter's awesome books or characters, except my own characters. This Chapter is going to be rather sad, like Max Payne sad, but continue on if you're brave! (Once again, pretty sad)
"He refused to eat again," Moonkit could hear his father say worriedly to Leafpool. Moonkit, tired, slowly closed his eyes and tried to sleep once again, and that was hard to do on an empty stomach. Very hard in fact.
His sad thoughts mingled around, jumbling together. All he had felt was guilt and sadness; he felt like he was responsible for the deaths of the five other kits, Rockkit, Grasskit, Bluekit, Foxkit...and his sister, Rosekit. He perhaps didn't need to feel so saddened about the first four; they could still be alive, maybe. Maybe. But his sister was definitely dead, after the last two moons, the water had receded and her body was retrieved.
He refused to go to her funeral, instead sulking inside the nursery, crying tears of remorse and ignoring his dry, clumped messy fur. The entire clan had mourned the five dead kits, and probably felt even sorrier for the one surviving kit, who was worse than being dead. Finleap solemnly padded over to his son. "Moonkit," he whispered gently. "It's your apprentice ceremony."
"I don't deserve it," Moonkit whispered, rolling over.
"Son, getting an apprentice ceremony is the second best thing is your life, minus your Warrior ceremony. Moonkit closed his eyes and then-
"Moonkit. Please." Moonkit had never heard his father so sad, so anxious. His father was as happy as a bird, and Moonkit never wanted to take that from someone. He lost his faith in everything-he should at least not ruin other people's lives with his miserable one.
He stumbled out, knowing how disgusting he would look with his tangled pelt, bloodshot eyes, stiff joints; a living zombie-mutant mixture, horrifying. And his missing eye didn't help. He'd felt sharp pains from it recently, but didn't have the heart to ask anyone.
He winced as another flash of pain in his face but continued onwards, the clan quieting as he approached. Everyone stared at him like he was a StarClan cat. He looked around, looking at the empty spots where five other cats should have been.
"Moonkit." Bramblestar meowed. Bramblestar's eyes were filled with sorrow, and mostly pity as he regarded the young cat. And Moonkit could swear he heard Bramblestar murmur, 'what happened to you' under his breath.
"Are you ready to become an apprentice Moonkit?" The great leader asked.
"Yes." Moonkit rasped quietly.
"YES!" He coughed louder when no one heard him.
He staggered over, stretching his ill-used joints. Bramblestar took a step or two ahead and gently raised Moonkit's chin with his tail. "From this day forward," Bramblestar meowed loudly, "this apprentice will be known as Moonpaw. Brightheart, you'll be his mentor; teach him how to become a great warrior, and...your skills." Moonkit knew what that meant; it didn't take a genius to figure it out. They both had one eye...that's what he meant.
"Moonpaw! Moonpaw!" The clan cheered, but Moonkit could tell it was pretty half-hearted. Brightheart proudly walked up, head high, clearly pleased to have an apprentice. Moonpaw then padded over, and slowly raised his head to touch noses.
But it never happened. A sharp pain in Moonpaw's head sent him onto his side, gasping as the pain intensified. Cats were whispering about what just happened before Moonpaw hauled himself back up, before screaming as a small trickle of blood dripped from empty eye socket, which began pouring as his vision went different colors, and the last thing he saw was a panicked Leafpool dashing towards him, Jayfeather demanding what all the ruckus was about, and Alderheart close behind Leafpool before everything jumbled together and a small, single thing tumbled out of his bloody eye. A maggot.
Hello readers! You might be curious to what this means, and you'll see in Chapter Three! Adios!