Do yah like the new cover? Guess who made it? That's right! Me! No, I'm kidding Frostshard did.
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Shimmerwish: I know, we all hate cliff-hangers
Frostshard: Awesome
IHateSandclaw(guest): Wow, ok well here's the chapter. Oh and by the way I love your name. :3
Crazy Fennec Fox: Thanksgiving oops... What I meant to say was thanks but I guess thanksgiving works too.
Banana(guest): Bananakit? Is he/she like a kit made out of a bananas? If so can I eat it?
Broken Of Towering Trees: I might add Terrokit but it would probably be when Brokenpaw gets her warrior name. I don't want too many unique cats I also don't want people asking to put their OCs in this. But if I were to put Terrokit I'd need to know his/her's age, gender, clan, appearance, why they are imperfect, etc. And to answer your question, the cats might kill the kits.
Disclaimer: You probably already know this but I'm saying it anyways so deal with it. Warriors is owned by the Erin Hunters and I own nothing but this story, charactors, and plot.
Brokenpaw's POV
Chapter 6: Haunted Dreams
Brokenpaw sighed and stared at the sky that glowed of countless stars. It was moon high but Brokenpaw couldn't sleep because of her dreams, but not just any dreams. Just the same nightmare over and over again, each a little different. So now she was thinking about the tour of the territory just a quarter moon ago. Brokenkit remembered Twistedfoot's real name, how could she forget?
"My name was(and the moment of truth)Berrykit."
Twistedfoot's words rang in her head. Berrykit. A beautiful name that Twistedfoot should still have. Then Twistedfoot's warrior name should have been Berryshine, like her shining heart. Brokenpaw lingered on these thoughts for little longer then decided she should try and sleep.
...
Brokenpaw regretted even closing her eyes that night. She had dreamed of Petalkit instead of Honeykit. She didn't know why, she hadn't even touched her yet. So why did she dream of the little she-kit? Brokenpaw couldn't wonder any longer because now it was a little after dawn and Twistedfoot was calling her for battle training.
She groggily got to her paws and clumsily padded out of the den. She was surprise as a blast of sun light hit her. It was the middle New-leaf and the Clans were welcoming the longer, warmer days and more prey. When Brokenpaw's eyes adjusted to the light she looked around and spotted Twistedfoot flicking her cream tail from side to side, patiently waiting for her apprentice. I forgot, battle training!
Brokenpaw ran to her mentor and skitted to a stop beside her. Now Brokenpaw was wide awake.
"Sorry, I was just getting used to the light," Brokenpaw said.
Twistedfoot purred, "I was just like you once, full of so much energy and spirit. With warm weather there will be more kits."
Brokenpaw cocked her head, "but what if they're 'imperfect'?"
"You mean unique? Then we'll have more company, and maybe put a stop to this so called imperfection." Twistedfoot said the last part in a quiet tone.
Brokenpaw nodded, eyeing the fresh-kill pile.
"Why don't you go eat something before training," Twistedfoot said, noticing Brokenpaw's lack of attention.
Before Twistedfoot could say anymore, Brokenpaw walked to the fresh-kill pile. She had found that her favorite type of prey was mouse awhile ago. She spotted the brown rodent and was about to get it when her father, Birchfur, took it. Really? I guess I can just eat a water vole.
She quickly grabbed it before anyone else could and took it to a bush. The water vole was small and looked barely out of it's nest. She was about to take a bite when she heard two voices. Brokenpaw strained to hear what they were talking about.
"Dawnspots's kits and foster kit should be opening their eyes any day now."
Foxpelt, she thought as she heard the deep meow of the ginger tom.
"I heard that Aspenkit and Honeykit are growing fast...Petalkit isn't growing...all," said a cat Brokenpaw guessed was Stormleaf, but she couldn't here everything the gray she-cat had said.
Brokenpaw then decided to stop eavesdropping and ate the young water vole. When she was done she buried the fur and bones, getting slightly reminded of her haunted dreams. Suddenly she remembered Twistedfoot and raced to her mentor.
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"Okay Speckledpaw, show me what you know," Twistedfoot said.
Twistedfoot had started calling her Speckledpaw not too long ago when no one was watching. It made her forget about her voice and feel accepted and normal. The two cat's bond grew more and more every day. When Brokenpaw was first claimed 'imperfect' Twistedfoot had felt like a distant friend. Now Twistedfoot felt like family.
When Brokenpaw woke from a nightmare while Twistedfoot was awake she had offered to share a nest with Brokenpaw. She remembered the battle moves Birchfur had taught her when she was 3-5 moons old. Silverlight wasn't happy, saying she was too young but Brokenpaw wouldn't listen. Suddenly she remembered a move she had practiced when she was a young kit. She charged at Twistedfoot and narrowed her eyes.
Just as Brokenpaw expected, Twistedfoot swerved to the left. The cream she-cat was about to say something but Brokenpaw cut her off by leaping onto her back. Brokenpaw nipped Twistedfoot then jumped off the back of her mentor and landed clumsily on grass. Brokenpaw stumbled and before she could stand Twistedfoot pinned her.
"Did I do good?" Brokenpaw rasped, suddenly remembering her voice.
"You did great but you need to improve your balance. If I was an enemy you would be dead."
Brokenpaw then asked, "If the Clan thinks we're weak then why do we need to train for battle?"
"Good question," Twistedfoot said. "Because if a rogue attacks you, how will you defend yourself without training? Also if the camp gets attacked by ruthless foxes you'll need to defend the kits. Who cares which Clan the kit is in, all kits deserves a chance in life."
"That makes sense," Brokenpaw murmured.
"Let's just get back to training."
...(Wow, there's a lot of time skips in this chapter)...
The sun was setting by the time they were done training. Her body was aching and she was hoping for a mouse on the fresh-kill pile. Her wish came true when she saw the pile. There were three mice, two birds, one vole, and a rabbit.
"It seems like the hunting patrols were very successful," Twistedfoot meowed.
Brokenpaw nodded in agreement. She was about to take a mouse when a cat walked in front of her. Will I ever get my mouse? She examined the cat that blocked her and realized it was an apprentice, not just any apprentice though. It was bright, cheerful Beepaw.
"Hi Brokenpaw, can you search the elders for ticks? I promised Bumblepaw I would go hunting with him."
Was that desperation in her meow? I was probably just imagining it.
After deciding what to do she said, "fine."
Brokenpaw expected Beepaw to cringe from her voice but the white and black she-cat just pelted to her brother. StarClan, was I cursed to never taste mouse again? She sighed and started padding toward the elders' den. She soon reached it and was greeted by a sleeping Harefur and a Leapingtoad lazily flicking his tail from side to side.
"Hi Leapingtoad. Do you have any ticks?" Brokenpaw asked.
That woke Harefur and got Leapingtoad's attention. The cream elder shook his head. Thank StarClan! Just then Harefur raised her and scratched her ear.
"I think I have a tick on my ear and back," Harefur muttered.
Mouse-dung! Brokenpaw sighed and started looking through Harefur's brown fur. Soon she found a brown speck and realized it was a tick. She braced herself then tried to get the little insect but it would come off. She tried again but it wouldn't yield. Brokenpaw growled in frustration.
"Why don't you use mouse bile," Harefur suggested.
Mouse bile. Why didn't I think of that before!? She heard the young warriors talking about mouse bile when saying how relieved they were to no longer do chores. She walked out of the den and started toward the medicine den. She glanced at the fresh-kill pile and realized two of the mice were gone.
Brokenpaw started walking faster and reached the medicine den after a few heartbeats. The medicine den was a hollowed oak tree with brambles weaved together in the front. She went inside it and spotted Yellowthorn sitting the middle of the den. The yellow furred deputy glanced at her with warm eyes. Wait, what?
"Hello, Brokenpaw. What do you need," Yellowthorn said in a calm voice.
"I just need mouse bile for the elder's ticks. Why are you here?" Brokenpaw asked.
Yellowthorn lifted her paw and revealed a brown thorn. Then she flicked her tail in a direction as a she said, "The mouse bile is over there. Just get some moss and dip it in the liquid."
Not wanting to touch the foul smelling liquid, Brokenpaw took a random stick with moss and dipped it in the mouse bile. She quickly left the den but heard Yellowthorn say something.
She paused and pricked her ears and heard Yellowthorn say, "Make sure to lick it off your paws when your done using it. If you wash it off in a puddle or stream it will make the water taste bad."
Brokenpaw nodded and went towards the elder's den. Well that was very nice of her. Maybe the Clan is starting to see past my voice. While she was thinking she almost dropped the mouse bile but quickly recovered. Soon she was at the elders den.
"It's about time," Harefur said while trying to itch her back.
"Sowee, I gof distwacted," Brokenpaw apologized, her voice muffled by the stick.
Leapingtoad purred in amusement. Brokenpaw walked slowly toward Harefur and when she was next to the brown elder she carefully set the stick and moss next to her tail to search for ticks. Brokenpaw quickly found one then dabbed the brown tick with the mouse bile. The small blood sucking insect loosened it's grip and Brokenpaw brushed it out of Harefur's fur with ease. She did the same with three other ticks, aware of her aching muscles from battle training.
All Brokenpaw wanted to do now was sleep in her warm nest without a single nightmare. She just didn't understand why she dreamed these nightmares and were they came from.
"Thanks," Harefur's voice brought her back to the present.
Brokenpaw stared her paws and realized the tips had mouse bile on it. Remembering what Yellowthorn had told her, Brokenpaw licked her paw then staggered backwards in disgust. It was the most horrible thing she tasted in her life. She glanced at Harefur who was starring at her with sympathy.
"Your not supposed to lick it off or you'll have a bad tast in your mouth for days. Your supposed to wash it off in a stream," Harefur said.
Yellowthorn lied to me! How dare she? Brokenpaw stormed out of the den in anger while taking the stick with her. The anger she felt toward the Clan's deputy tasted worse than any kind of mouse bile and made her forget how tired she was.
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She was almost done getting mouse bile off her paws. Brokenpaw was at the stream next to the border. On days like these she wondered why she was even born(silly Brokenpaw! You were born for the entertainment of others...and something else that's very important...). She stared at her reflection in the stream, why can't my voice be as beautiful as my appearance?
As she was leaving her fur got stuck on a holly bush. She quickly yanked it free, leaving a tuft of her white fur behind. Brokenpaw's anger dissolved as she padded back to camp, looking half asleep on her paws.
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As she returned to camp she stared at the fresh kill pile with hope but all that was left was a thrush and two voles. She sighed as she sat next to the fresh-pile. Suddenly a mouse fell in front of her. What in StarClan's name?
"Here," a familiar voice said.
"Thanks Beepaw," Brokenpaw said, a little confused.
Beepaw must have noticed Brokenpaw's confusion because she said, "It's for checking the elders for ticks for me."
As Beepaw walked away Brokenpaw took a bite out of the mouse, though she lost some of her appetite because of the mouse bile.
...In Brokenpaw's dream...
She looked Honeykit in terror, not wanting another dream.
"Wake up!" Honeykit yowled.
"I want to but I can't!" Brokenpaw wailed, her voice making her flinch.
"Wake up! Something is happening!" Honeykit screeched.
Brokenpaw shut her eyes as tight as she could but opened them as wide as moons as claws raked both of her sides. She sared at Honeykit with a mixture of terror and horror. Brokenpaw started to shake as the smell of her own blood blocked her senses.
"WAKE UP!" Honeykit's scream hurt her ears and it seemed to echo around her.
Suddenly black spots danced across her vision as everything started to fade...
...Brokenpaw is awake now...
Brokenpaw woke up gasping. She slowly became calm and reminded herself it was just a dream. Nothing is going to happen. Honeykit was wrong, nothing was happening. It was dawn and the morning seemed peaceful, the sky was full of the sweet song of early birds and the forest was blooming.
Suddenly a voice screamed, "Please Branchstar! Please, don't do it!"
Dread bit into Brokenpaw's skin like a hungry tick.
Done. That's right the chapter is over. I saw how much you LOVED the last cliff-hanger so I made another one. And now I give you permission to ask "What have you done, Branchstar?" Wait hold on the chapter isn't over yet! :3
Stranger's POV(Moon high)
A silhouette figure silently stalked through the grass. It's eyes narrowed as it saw a tuft of fur lifting in the cool breeze. The shape delicately walked towards the fur, careful not to fall into the stream. Day and night the stranger thought of one thing. Plotting for moons on something that almost made it insane. Revenge.
The silhouette reached the tuft of fur in no time. The stranger sniffed the fur but shook it's head in disappointment. It's not her. It came to a sudden stop when a faint scent reached it's nostrils. Could it be the one I've been searching for moons?
Yes! It's her! The creature almost yowled in joy.
"Now that I found you I can have my revenge," it said, voice laced with venom.
This time the creature wouldn't run away because it was insane. Insane for revenge.
Now it's over! I just realized I forgot to add some to the warrior code: perfect kits cannot be left to die no matter what. I kind of want to make another series after this one called Silverlight's fate or Sandclaw's heartbreak. This chapter is two times longer than the last chapter, hope you like it.
Question: Who do you think was the stranger? You never know. It could have been Sandclaw, Discord, or maybe someone new...
Question2: What's the difference between a night terror and a nightmare?