Me: Here we are. With Chapter 3. So now you all get to see who interrupted Featherpelt, although it's kinda obvious, and what's going to happen.
Ratkit: Finally I was worried you'd forgotten us.
Me: Nah I wouldn't do that. Well, not intentionally. Okay so Hisskit care to say the disclaimer.
Hisskit: Sure. Brightcloud0915 doesn't own Warriors, but she does own DeathClan. And here we go with Chapter Three.
Chapter Three
Hisskit looked up at the cat seated on the Bone Spire. He was large and white with green eyes. A movement at the elder's den caught the black tom attention. His brother and sisters padded out and came towards them. The white tom surveyed the assembled cats and Hisskit thought that the green eyes lingered on his brother. Then the tom raised his voice once more.
"It has been brought to my attention that a cat from this clan has attacked another. Punishment cannot be avoided!" the white tom yowled. Featherpelt's eyes widened with fear as she glanced at her kits.
He couldn't mean one of my kits could he? She thought desperately. The tom on the Bone Spire continued.
"Ratkit come forward!" the cry came. Ratkit seemed to shrink his green eyes filled with fear. His tail dragged on the ground as he padded towards the tall white rock. Other cats hissed at him as he trudged forward. Bloodmoon stood at the bottom of the Bone Spire with a smug look on his face. Ratkit felt a small glimmer of pride as he saw the four small red furrows on the ginger toms face. Finally the black tom stood in front of all the others in the clan.
"Bloodmoon since his strike was against you, you may administer his punishment," the white tom said. Bloodmoon nodded.
"Of course Bonestar," the ginger tom said smoothly. Bloodmoon then unsheathed his claws and sprang at Ratkit. Ratkit braced himself for the blows, but none came. He looked up his green eyes swimming in confusion. A gray blur was entangled with Bloodmoon.
"Mom!" Glimmerkit shrieked. Ratkit's eyes widened in shock. His mother was breaking the warrior code to protect him. The long-furred gray she-cat leaped away from the Deputy.
"I never expected such treachery from you Featherpelt," Bloodmoon spat. Ratkit couldn't help but feel pleased as he saw the wounds covering the ginger tom's pelt.
"Then you underestimated me, Bloodmoon," Featherpelt spat. Ratkit sent a cursory glance at his mother taking in her wounds. Most were shallow, but some were deep. Those that were deep seemed to have been the first blows struck. Ratkit shivered as he thought of what those wounds would have done to him. The air was tense as the two cats hissed at one another and lashed their tails.
"Featherpelt stand down. You son must be taught a lesson," Bonestar growled. Featherpelt hissed at the white tom before feeling a tail being laid on her shoulder.
"I'll be fine mom," Ratkit said stepping forward. Whispers broke out among the assembled cats. Most said that he was insane after all no one wants to be punished. But this young kit was offering himself up. Bloodmoon growled in anticipation, while Featherpelt's eyes filled with tears. Ratkit stood perfectly still as Bloodmoon launched himself at him. Claws raked down his side, making him wince. Jaws clamped on his left hind leg, and pulled throwing him up into the air. Ratkit landed with a thump. He attempted to stand, but was held down as claws raked his back. His eyes narrowed against the pain.
I won't show any pain. I won't let them get to me, Ratkit growled mentally at himself. Bloodmoon kept raking the black kit with his claws. Suddenly the ginger tom stopped. Ratkit was dimly aware of the Deputy conversing with another cat.
"Stop it now Bloodmoon. You've taught him his lesson," a she-cat's voice said.
"Very well Deathwhisper, after all who am I to argue with a Medicine Cat," Bloodmoon's voice sounded fuzzy, like he was speaking from under water. Ratkit smirked at the thought. His sight dimmed, and he drifted away.
...
'Where am I?' Ratkit asked aloud when he found himself in a starry field. A mrrow of laughter made him spin around.
'Who are you?' Ratkit growled. The cat before was a silver tom wreathed in stars. The tom smiled at Ratkit warmly.
'I'm a friend young one. Fear not you are in StarClan,' the tom meowed. Ratkit's eyes widened.
'So I'm dead?' the black tom asked.
'No you are just dreaming, though it was a close call. I have a message to give you are you ready?" the tom asked. Ratkit nodded.
'When the glimmer... turn toward the... blood shall be..." the tom's voice faded in and out. The silver fur faded from view.
'Wait! What are you saying?! Come back!' Ratkit yowled as everything became black.
Me: So how was that. Sorry I haven't updated for a while, but I've been busy. Midterms are next week so I'm trying to update as many stories as I can before then.
Ratkit: So please R&R, and the next chapter will be updated as soon as possible.
Snakekit: So see ya for Chapter Four.