Chapter 3: Fighting

Hiya everyone! I'm finally updating, cause I have no homework, it's a minimum day, and I'm bored and in a writing mood. Hope you enjoy this chapter, I guess you could say I'm leaving you at a cliffy for what happens to Softkit and Daypaw. Now we go to the other four….

Sunpaw's POV

How could this have happened? A cat-one I had just met, for that fact- had just tumbled off the side of a cliff to save another cat, in whom she didn't even know, and they both went plummeting to their deaths. And this all happened in front of my eyes. I could have done something- but did I? No, I did nothing but hide in the safety of a cave that could fit the four of them and about six more, watching as one of his new friends bravely tried to saved a kit, but might have killed them both by trying. Why was life so difficult? How many others would have to die in front of his eyes like this?

"Softkit….Where is she?" Loudkit's voice sounded so small now, so helpless and scared or what had just happened to his sister. Oh, great Starclan! How could you allow such a small kit to witness his sister's death? Or is she still alive?

My mind searched for something to say, but when I opened my mouth, nothing came up.

"She's-" Nightpaw started, but Moonpaw stopped him.

"Don't tell him, Nightpaw. He's only a kit!" Her ears were back, and her tail was wrapped defensively around Loudkit, who just stared at the arguing apprentices.

"He deserves to know."

"Don't say it, Nightpaw!"

"Loudkit, do you want to know the truth?" Nightpaw's eyes stared emotionlessly into Loudkit's.

My eyes stared at Loudkit now. In a way, Moonpaw was right- he was little, and didn't need to be traumatized now of all times. But then, Nightpaw had a point as well- Loudkit did deserve to know the truth. But what truth? They didn't even know if the two she-cats had died or lived yet.

"I don't know…I just want to know what happened to Softkit…" The tiny ball of fur said sadly, his eyes filling with tears from being pressured like this.

"She….went over the cliff with Daypaw…She might have…."

"Don't say it, Nightpaw…" I hadn't even realized it, but I was the one who had said it. I honestly thought it would have been Moonpaw to have said it, but me? I looked to Moonpaw. Her eyes were closed, her ears were flat against her head, and she faced away from us. Apparently, she knew the truth had to be said, but who knew the exact truth?

"She might have, or rather they might have….died." Nightpaw said. His voice was still emotionless, and he held eye contact with Loudkit, whose eyes turned wide in shock.

"Died?" His voice was shaking now.

"Yes. They are probably dead." For another odd reason, anger swirled up inside me, and before I could think, I had tackled him over sideways.

"How can you be so negative? You don't know if they're dead or not! They could still be alive!" My eyes burned with rage now. I couldn't control my own body, that's what it felt like.

"And you don't know if they're even alive still!" Nightpaw jumped at me, and he pushed me onto my back, scratching at my exposed belly. Ok, so I was slow. Doesn't mean I wasn't strong. I bit down into Nightpaw's shoulder, causing him to yowl in pain. I took my chance then to push him off. In mid jump, Moonpaw head butted me to the wall.

"Knock it off you guys!" She yowled; her crystal blue eyes had turned a dark blue in anger.

"He started it…" Nightpaw mumbled. I got up, and watched the black tom lick his shoulder. I gave him a cold glare, then went to the front of the cave and stared out at the sky.

"We're in enough trouble right now. We still have to find prey and water, and find a safer route to wherever we're going so something like this won't happen again." Moonpaw stated with a sigh. I closed my eyes and listened.

"We will find them….right?" Loudkit spoke up a bit, though his voice was a bit choked. There was so much happening for such a small kit- it must have been stressful for the little guy. I could use a roll off a cliff myself.

"We? What do you mean, we?" Nightpaw's voice was heard lightly, but it was ignored by all, or so it seemed to me, since no one replied to him.

"Yes, Loudkit, we will find them. Nightpaw, could you go out hunting for us? Especially for Loudkit, he's small and needs his energy." Her voice was so quiet now, so vulnerable. You could here so many emotions in her voice it seemed odd. A cold shiver went down my spine.

"Whatever," Nightpaw shoved past me; he left the cave through the small entrance with not a sound made.

"I'll take the first watch and wake you up when Nightpaw gets back. Can you take the next one?" Moonpaw asked. Now that I looked, her eyes had returned to normal. Had I just imagined that her eyes had changed color? Ah well, it didn't matter now.

"Sure." I replied, trying to add some enthusiasm into my voice. I'm pretty sure it failed. She licked my cheek as silent thanks, and then took my place at the entrance or the cave.

I sighed, and then headed to the very back of the cave. It was only once I had gotten situated in a good spot and was about to close my eyes that I had noticed Loudkit standing beside me.

"Can I sleep next to you?" His innocent eyes held sorrow. I wish the sorrow would go away; it didn't suit Loudkit. I nodded with a yawn as he curled up beside me. My mind wandered for a bit, and then my eyes drooped. I think Moonpaw had said something, but I can't be sure now. I was far away in dreamland, lost to the world around me.

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Oh, Starclan, where am I? Why does it hurt all over? I remember the jumping off the cliff's edge, and saving Softkit from falling, but had happened after that? I opened one eye. It was all darkness. It smelled of moss and berries, so I assumed I had landed in the forest. Where was Softkit?

I tried to use my voice to call her, but I couldn't remember how to talk. How could it be so mousebrained difficult? I needed to know where she was. Did she survive the fall, or did I throw myself at a hawk and plummeted down a cliff side for nothing?

"Daypaw? Daypaw!" A soft, worried voice sounded from the distance. It was a kind, friendly voice, soft like velvet, but childish at the same time.

"Softkit?" My voice was small and a lot uglier sounding than the cute little she-kit's had been. What in Starclan's name had happened to me?

"I'm sorry, Daypaw! I landed on top of you! Are you ok? I think I hurt you…" I opened my eyes a bit, and now I saw that I was in a bush, and her little eyes were right next to me, full of concern.

"I think the fall hurt me a lot more than you did. Are you ok?" I hated the sound of my voice right now, but it was slowly returning to normal. All that had happened was I had lost my breath in the fall.

"I'm fine, just a few scratches." Softkit mewled cheerfully. A new scent invaded my nose- in fact; it was about two or three different ones. I sat up, although it hurt to do so, and stuck my head out of the bushes.

"Who are you and what are you doing in our territory?"

It's only a semi-cliffy, but it's still a cliffy! Ok, hugs to everyone who reviews!

Hugs,

Feathersong