Guess who's not dead! Yep, I had to escape the underworld... that was fun. But joking aside I am really sorry for how long it took to get this out. (Turns out trying to write two stories at the same time is REALLY HARD!) Next, to school, I am trying to work on another story called Of Fate And Destiny a RWBY fanfiction. Well, you guys waited long enough, I present to you! Chapter 4: Still Filler but Slowly Getting Closer to the Plot!
As Yang and Millie pushed their way out of the elder's den, Millie's gaze shifted to a small crevasse in the gorge the clan called their home.
"Millie is everything alright?" Yang asked.
"Yeah, everything is alright," Millie replied as a tortoiseshell cat pushed their way out. Yang couldn't help but notice how the clan seemed more lively now that is was day.
"Hello Millie, who's this?" a large tom with long fluffy white fur asked padding up to the two she-cats.
"Hello Snowbush, this Yang. She's going to be staying with us for a while," Millie explained.
"So this is the infamous Yang," Snowbush replied with a chuckle,"Many of the other warriors have been talking about you this morning, my mother especially."
"I have no doubt that Brightheart would take a special noticed to Yang," Millie responded.
'Who's Brightheart?' Yang thought, 'And why would she take interest in me?'
"Well when she get's back from dawn patrol send her over our way," Millie called out as Snowbush walked away. The two continued on without anyone else interfering. "And that's all," Millie chirped, as they padded away from the nursery, last place that had been on their tour. Millie struck up a conversation with Yang about her time in Thunderclan so far, as the two she-cats made their way back to the elder's den. Yang, although tuned her out. She couldn't help but think about how organized the clan cats where for feral animals.
Weiss would probably like it here… Yang thought to herself sadly, How orderly they all are. How their culture is. Ruby would probably try to make friends, or worry on how the others would view her. Yang couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of her younger sister and the white haired heiress in the clan. And Blake- She found herself wincing at the painful memory of her teammate. She made a mental note that when she returned home, she would set out to find Blake and give her hug, and a slap for ditching them. What Yang didn't notice, though as she was in deep thought that a white she-cat with ginger patches had walked in their way. And Yang, without noticing, hit her, head on. Yang stumbled back with a small grunt.
"Oh! Are you okay?" the she-cat asked. Yang had to take another look at the she-cat's face. On the right, she appeared normal, bright white fur adorned with ginger patches. But the left… The left was horrifyingly scared, along with her left ear torn to shreds. Her eye was seemingly was ripped out. Leaving only an empty socket in its place.
"Is everything alright," the she-cat asked in a worried tone.
"Everything's fine Brightheart," Millie said. "Yang! Haven't your parents ever told you to not stare?" Millie softly hissed into her ear. Yang felt her ears grow warm once again.
"Your, Yang correct?" Brightheart asked while sitting down, her tail lazily wrapping around her paws. Millie, and Yang followed suit.
"Yes," Yang replied feeling her own tail twitch.
"It's nice to meet you," Brightheart responded. She opened her mouth as if to say something only to be interrupted by a young she-cat with similar looking pelt pad up to her.
"Brightheart! There you are. Squirrelflight wanted to talk to you," The new she-cat said taking a seat next to Brightheart.
"Are those loners still hanging around the border?" Brightheart asked, standing up.
"Apparently. She and Bramblestar what all cats who go on patrols to report to them on any findings" The younger she-cat explained as she too, stood up. Brightheart frowned (something Yang was shocked that cats where able to do!) and gave a quick goodbye and trotted to the Leader's Den.
"Millie what did Brightheart mean by loners being by the border?" Yang asked as Millie gave her assistance in standing up.
"Oh, just a few kittypets who wandered too far from home have been scented by the border," Millie commented casually, helping Yang back to the Elder's den. Yang couldn't help but take one more glance at the camp before entering the den. With the help of Millie, Yang collapsed into her nest. She felt a sudden wave of exhaustion wash over her. She willingly let her eye lids close shut and shortly fell alseep.