(A/N): Wow! Day three already! How in the world am I keeping this up?
...I think I am just in a good mood because of Halloween...
Anyways, thank you Jaegothis7 and Quilava's Storybook for your reviews! Scary prophecies! Speaking of scary, very scary chapter! That's right, aren't them elders' stories awesome?
Alright, new cats! We've got quite a few! I guess I'll list actual cats, though. These are cats not yet introduced:
Vinewing-Grumpy old very light light tannish tom, dark green eyes
Shroontail-Tawny light brown tom with a light tan tail, end of tail is very fluffy, bright red-ginger tail-tip, yellow eyes
Deerfoot-Gray-dusky brown she-cat with a white underbelly and a short, stub-like tail, amber eyes
Ummmm, yeah! I think that's it! Elders, woooo! (Sorry, I'm reading Yellowfang's Secret and the elders are all banished it's so sad)
Eveningkit scampered after Pebblekit, who was sprinting across the camp, shouting.
"Flying Fresh-Kill! Get your flying fresh-kill!" Pebblekit yowled.
Mosskit was hurrying after them, but the kit was much smaller and tinier than Eveningkit and Pebblekit. "There is...no...flying fesh-kill..." He gasped, his chest heaving as he panted for breath, tired after running for so much.
Pebblekit looked exhilarated and even more energized after her sprint. She was panting a little, but she held her fluffy black head up and grinned. "There will be! Follow me!" She took off again, yelling and skipping slightly.
Mosskit looked at Eveningkit. "What's got her more excited than usual?" The small green kit asked. "Barkkit and Rosekit have never played like this.
Probably because Barkkit and Rosekit have enough sense before sprint when it comes to playing. Eveningkit thought to herself. "Rose and Barkkit don't play and share their beetles." She pointed out to Mosskit instead. Pebblekit had been practicing her hunting a few days ago, and she had caught a be huge, smelly black beetle and had shared it with Mosskit and Eveningkit.
"Yes, but that beetle tasted awful and it made us all sick!" Mosskit said.
Eveningkit's whiskers drooped at Mosskit's comment. "She didn't know that, she was just hunting!"
Mosskit nodded distractedly, watching Pebblekit as she barreled into Rubblepaw. "I can't believe she's almost five moons old!"
Eveningkit agreed, though she didn't want to. Pebblekit had so much energy it was overwhelming. She was acting like a two-moon-old kit instead of a young kitten who would nearly be apprenticed!
Pebblekit was being given a strict lecture by Rubblepaw about not bumping into apprentices, but Pebblekit was already bored of the light brown apprentice's advice and was twitching her ears towards Eveningkit and Mosskit. Eveningkit strained her ears to hear Rubblekit's mew.
"...If it was a warrior, or Copperstar? Be careful, Pebblekit, or you could be in big trouble. Now go play more quietly." The words hardly escaped Rubblepaw's mouth before Pebblekit was running away from him.
"Ugh, that was boring! Let's go play!" Pebblekit said. "I haven't left the camp in forever!"
"Pebblekit, we aren't supposed to leave the camp at all until we've earned our apprentice names!" Eveningkit said, suspicion crawling up her spine like a tick heading for her neck. "...Have you left camp before?"
"What!? No! Not at all! Of course not! Why would I!? I'm still a kit!" Pebblekit said briskly, looking alarmed. "Erm, let's go see the elders, shall we?"
Mosskit nodded. "Okay! That sounds fun, not mouse-brained or too risky at all!" The green kit headed towards the elder's den.
Eveningkit fell back a step as they headed across camp to the bramble den. "Pebblekit, you need to start calming down." She said quietly.
"Why?" Pebblekit asked, trotting a fast pace. Eveningkit was pretty sure she defined that as a stroll.
"You...you're too hyperactive and...too energetic." Eveningkit said. "In a moon we'll be apprentices, you need to start acting like you're not a newborn, clueless mouse-brain!"
Pebblekit stopped abruptly and spun around to face Eveningkit. "Mouse-Brain!?" She hissed, kneading at the dusty ground with her paws angrily. "Is that what you think I am? Just a mouse-brained furball?"
Eveningkit took a step back, but then Mosskit cried out for them gleefully. "Eveningkit, Pebblekit! The elders say they have a good story to tell us!"
Pebblekit's fluffy pelt stopped bristling, and she ran over to Mosskit. Eveningkit followed.
Dawntail, Vinewing, Shroontail, and Deerfoot were all sitting in the elder's den.
"Hello, elders! What ancient stories of old times will we hear from the oldest clan cats today?" Pebblekit said cheerfully. Eveningkit sucked in a breath. Pebblekit had not thought about what had tumbled through her mouth! She glanced at the elders, expecting them to look shocked or angry. Vinetail, the oldest and grumpiest elder who usually needed help from Mousewhisker, looked a bit grumpier and grouchier at that comment, but the other elders didn't seem to mind.
"Sit down, kits and future apprentices." Dawntail said, patting the ground with her try tail. All three kits sat excitedly. "You know of MountainClan?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" Pebblekit cried enthusiastically. "It's the clan that lives in the jagged mountain ranges, in the farthest camp from GreatOak that aaalll the other clans' camps!"
"Very good!" Deerfoot praised, and Pebbblekit beamed at the gray-brown old she-cat.
"Back in my day, when I was still a naive apprentice, MountainClan was the strongest clan. They were bloodthirsty! They took cats from different clans and held them prisioner, not feeding them or letting them drink and making them fight until they died or swore loyalty to MountainClan!" Dawntail cried dramatically. Mosskit gasped a little, his fur puffing out in fear.
"Oh, yes! And the leader was the most scary, bloodthirsty cat in all of MountainClan! He was called Bloodstar!"
"What did Bloodstar look like?" Mosskit asked cautiously.
Dawntail's orange eyes got dark. "...He was a huge, gigantic tom! He was a dark gray-black, but not fully black! He had tabby stripes that were darker and blacker than obsidian or any black pelt you have ever seen! His huge, muscular body was rippling with scars, some still red and oozing. Bloodstar's pupils were mere slits, twisted in rage and uncare for his clan mates! It was frightening!"
Mosskit was shivering next to Eveningkit. Even Pebblekit looked less excited. Her green eyes were wide.
"Bloodstar was the scariest cat in the forest!" Dawntail continued. Eveningkit had a feeling the elders were just as interested. Dawntail was a great storyteller. "The scent-markers claiming his territory were of blood, and they pushed farther into the other clans' territories every day! He ate like a warrior of LionClan, not sharing a single piece of prey with anyone else, starving MountainClan! Worst of all, he only wanted fighters, and he wanted more and more and more fighters!"
Even Pebblekit was shaking now. Dawntail's rasps seemed to have become snarls and growls, and even though it was just sunhigh, the den seemed dark.
"Any kit within range of Bloodstar was in danger!" Dawntail said, her mew like the quiet, dangerous hiss of an adder. "He stole kits and young apprentices! He made them sleep in nests with no bedding or bracken or fluff or grass, and the dens were wet holes that you could hardly move around in!"
Mosskit's green eyes seemed glazed. "T-t-t-that sounds horrible!"
"Oh, yes, it was very scary! All of CloudClan's kits vanished in what seemed like less than a moon, the threat of Bloodstar taking them looming over every queen's alert head." Dawntail growled. "You would be sleeping after a long day of playing! Then...when your den was quiet and snug, warm from your mother's soft pelt...YOU WERE SNATCHED!"
Mosskit let out a loud gasp. Pebblekit stiffened. Eveningkit felt her tail puff out straight in fear.
"Bloodstar would grab you by your tiny scruff, his teeth yellow and sharp and jagged! He would run to the mountains and dump you down into a dark hole...and you would stay trapped for days...until..."
Mosskit looked like he was holding dirt from fear. His fluffy green fur was all fluffed up and his big eyes were huge. "U-until w-what?"
"Until...Bloodstar opened up the covering that covered the top of the hole. Then he would glare down at you, grinning his spiky yellow teeth, and then...you were GONE!"
Eveningkit was so scared she let out a loud squeak. Pebblekit screeched in fear, her fluffy fur so puffed-up she looked like a hedgehog. Mosskit scampered out of the elders' den, wailing.
"I-i-is it true?" Eveningkit hiccuped, scared out of her young mind.
Dawntail chuckled, and her sweet mew returned. The elders' den seemed cozy and peaceful once more. "Only for troublesome little kits who misbehave!"
Pebblekit gulped, as if she knew Dawntail meant she should act up.
"Yes." Vinewing hissed. "And I think Bloodstar will come and get this fuzzy black and white and brown kit in front of me who keeps hollering nonsense whenever I leave this den soon if she doesn't shape up soon!"
"Oh, hush, Vinewing!" Deerfoot mewed, smacking the light tawny old tom with her paw. "Dawntail's story is just pretend! You'd better go tell Mosskit that."
"Right! Um...thank you, Dawntail, for your story! It was very scary!" Eveningkit meowed. Waving with her tail, she left the den to find Mosskit.
Pebblekit padded after her. "That was scary!" She cried. "I think I'll try to behave now so that Bloodstar doesn't get m-A BUTTERFLY!" Pebblekit abandoned her vow of good behavior to chase a bright yellow butterfly across camp. She reappeared moments later, holding a dead butterfly in her mouth proudly. "I caught it, I caught it!"
Eveningkit spotted a green blur scampering towards the nursery. "Mosskit!" She called. "Come here!"
Mosskit froze mid-run and, paw by paw, came over. "What is it?" He whimpered.
"Dawntail's story was a fake!" Pebblekit said. "And I caught a moth! Do you want it?"
"Oooooh, yes!" Mosskit said, looking reassured now that he wasn't in danger of getting snatched by Bloodstar.
Eveningkit stretched. The warm green leaf sun hit her light orange pelt and warmed her up. She was scared of MountainClan more than she had been earlier that morning, but Dawntail was a very friendly elder who liked making up stories for young kits. There was nothing to fear.
Patchkit and Robinkit joined them a few minutes later to play, and Eveningkit created a new game.
"Have you two heard Dawntail's story of Bloodstar?" She asked Patchkit and Robinkit. Both kits shook their heads, so Eveningkit , Pebblekit and Mosskit explained the story. Both kits looked frightened.
"I always knew MountainClan was evil!" Robinkit whispered to his brother, who nodded reverently.
"But it's just one of Dawntail's stories." Mosskit reassured them.
"Anyways, I have a new game for us to play." Eveningkit said. Pebblekit jumped happily at this statement.
"Ooh, what is it?"
"I will be Bloodstar!" Eveningkit announced. "You are all little kits."
Everyone but Eveningkit started wading around, mewing squeakily and shaking and doing baby kit stuff.
"Who is the queen?" Patchkit asked after a few moments.
"Not me!" Pebblekit said. "I want to be a tiny kit!"
"But the rest of us are toms! Toms can't be queens!" Mosskit pointed out.
Pebblekit grunted. "Maybe our mother is out hunting with our father." She suggested lamely.
"I'll be the queen until I play Bloodstar." Eveningkit said. She straightened herself and said in a high voice: "Oh, my good little kits! I have so many! Now, I will go hunting with your father while you ply, so be good!"
"What will you hunt?" Robinkit called.
Eveningkit glared at him in annoyance. Warriors simply hunted what they found, didn't they? "I will look for a big, juicy mouse for you to eat when I return." She decided. "Now play, I will be back soon."
Eveningkit ran behind the nursery to watch her den mates play for a bit. "Now go to sleep!" She called.
Immedietly everyone dropped down and curled up, snoring loud, fake snores. Then Eveningkit crept up behind Patchkit.
"I AM BLOODSTAR! SNATCH!" She cried, grabbing the dusty brown kit by his scruff and dragging him into the nursery.
"HELP! HELP!" Robinkit mewed, giggling between frantic meows.
"Oh no, oh no!" Everyone else cried.
"Now go back to sleep!" Eveningkit called once Robinkit was hiding in the nursery.
Giggling, everyone curled up once more. This time, Eveningkit pounced on Patchkit and yowled. "BLOODSTAR WILL TAKE YOU TO A DARK PRISION HOLE!"
"OWWWW!" Patchkit yowled in pain. Eveningkit let go at once.
"Sorry! I'm sorry!" She cried, expecting to see blood. Had she unsheathed her claws by accident?
"I'm pretending." Patchkit whispered. Eveningkit felt a flood of relief. She pounced on Patchkit again. "OOOHHH! MOOMY! I'M BLEEDING! BLOODSTAR'S GOT ME!"
Eveningkit snickered. Patchkit was playing so well! But then Sparrowpelt ran over to them.
"What's going on? Patchkit, Patchkit!?"
"I'm okay, Mommy! We were just playing!" Patchkit explained, standing up and shaking his black-and-white pelt.
"Yes, Eveningkit is a great Bloodstar!" Robinkit agreed from the nursery.
Sparrowpelt tipped her head. "Who is Bloodstar?"
So all the kits explained Dawntail's scary story to the dusky brown queen.
"That is a very scary story Dawntail made up!" Sparrowpelt agreed once they had finished. "But thankfully, you are all good little kits!"
(A/N): Woooooo, Ooooooo! Scaaaaaary Bloodstar! Eh, yes, he is kind of based off of Brokenstar, but since he isn't an actual cat I guess it's okay.
Also, Mosskit is green, and I'm okay with that. At least he doesn't have a rainbow-colored pelt or something. I looked it up and apparently a cat once slept on a bunch of paint buckets and turned itself green. I think. So cats WANT to be green. Okay, thanks if you didn't flame about that as the first thing in your review of chapter one.
Of course, another one tomorrow, please review!