Hio! How are ya'll? Anyway, I have yet another chapter and hope it's okay. Here are the replies...
Snowfall16:Sorry if I confused you, to him winged-cats are normal, so... He sees her as a different cat. Coral has no wings, by the way. Sorry 'bout that. I am happy you finished NaNoWriMo and all of your homework! What do Sticky Buns taste like? (Yeah, I have never had them, are they good?) Yes, I am 12. Thanks! I would love to fly, and wings would be hard to care for... I am sorry for the over-explaining, and I am very aware that I do that. I will try harder to let the reader's imagination flow more, (this chapter I may have over-explained it, I am thinking of how to lessen the explanation...) I love your OC's SOOO much! I will definitely use them! Trust me on the dark forest thing, you won't be mad about how little it is involved. Thanks for reading my chapters, even though you had to do homework. I hope you finished your homework! I can't wait for more of your story- and once again thanks for the motivation.
Chapter 5(Treekit's p.o.v.)
I lay on the damp, green grass. White clouds drifted in the sky, the aura of blooming flowers and growing herbs was present. A starling fluttered by, chirping it's melodies.
I sat up and wiggled my numb paw. No better! I just kept my paw off of the ground as I limped towards the maple tree.
Thistleclaw appeared. "There you are. I caught a sparrow for you." He nudged the plump bird over to me.
"Um, thanks?" I mewed, taking a cautious bite from the bird. I noticed it had a silver belly and wings, and it's talons and tail feathers were white. "M-m-Moonkit?"
Thistleclaw nodded, curving around me like a snake. "Yes." He whispered, licking his lips. "Moonkit."
I shivered. "What about her?" I queried, biting my tongue.
"I need her dead. And no one will suspect you. Your mother did it in her dreams, now you need to complete it in real." He explained, a demanding look in his amber eyes. "The night of the gathering, right before." He smiled, lifting his chin.
"My sister? Why?"
He suddenly looked alarmed. "She is not what we want." He flattened his ears on his head, glaring behind me.
I looked back and saw a ragged tortoiseshell she-cat with amber eyes. She hissed violently at Thistleclaw, and swept her fluffy white tail across the grass. "Leave the kit alone, Thistleclaw! We all know what will happen to him. He'll end up dead, and he's the last one we need here."
The gray and white warrior inclined his head irritably, flashing the warrior one last glare. "Very well then, Mapleshade." He hissed, giving me a nod. "It was nice seeing you." After that, he faded into the maple tree.
Mapleshade glared at me. "You must go to StarClan, not us. Thistleclaw's deal with you is wrong. Him and Tigerstar have no sense in Moonkit, unlike me." She pricked her ears. "Nothing else said."
I felt bile rise in my throat. What do you want of her? I nodded curtly, shrinking a bit.
"Mouse-dung! Treekit, wake up now! WAKE UP RIGHT NOW!" She smacked me in the face and I plopped over, closing my eyes without hesitation.
I awoke in my nest, my paw aching. She smashed me onto my paw! I groaned and saw Moonkit above me, looking playful.
"Hi Treekit. How are you doing? Sparrowwhisker said I could help you with herbs! So, how is your paw? Tell me, now!" She insisted.
"Good." I muttered. Why do I have to kill her? Fox-dung! Why not Maplekit? She hates Moonkit! Not that I want her to die, either.
Mapleshade's mew broke through my ears. "No, don't listen to him. Thistleclaw is not right, she is needed here with us!"
***(Moonkit's p.o.v.)
I arched my back in a long stretch, then walked over to Treekit's nest. Maplekit was currently gone. Sparrowwhisker had gone to collect some Catmint he'd been told of.
I prodded Treekit. His whiskers were twitching and he was kicking the moss. I prodded his flank once more.
He jerked awake.
I smiled, "Hi Treekit. How are you doing? Sparrowwhisker said I could help you with herbs! So, how is your paw? Tell me, now!" I put on a serious face.
Treekit looked frightened. "Good." He mewed, lying. His ears pricked and he nodded.
"Are you okay? Do you hear something like Dovewing used to?" I asked.
"Yep." He exclaimed, wiggling in his nest.
"I wish I could play with you. Maplekit is just so mean!" I growled, sitting down and curling my tail over my paws. "I need to play!" I wailed, flopping onto my back. My wings spread so I wouldn't crush them, and I looked at the den ceiling. I squeezed my eyes shut.
*(Small break)
"Moonkit!" A snarl rose and caused me to reveal my dark blue pools of fear.
"Hello?" I mumbled, looking around. I saw a tortoiseshell-and-white she-cat standing near a maple tree, flicking her tail irritably.
"You're here! Darkstripe! Brokenstar! Snowtuft!" She shouted. Her amber eyes sparkled with vengeance.
"Who are th-they? Wh-where am I?" I stuttered, my tail tip quivering.
"They are my friends. You are in what I call the Training Meadow. You're going to love it here, even though you're only a kit." She lifted her chin. "Now, don't fear my friends, they know I- like you." She gagged slightly, then looked behind herself.
A sleek, lean, well-muscled, dark gray tom with black stripes stepped from behind the tree, his yellow eyes piercing to look at.
Following him was a long-haired brown dark tabby fur that was patchy and matted crawled out of the exposed roots of the maple tree. He had a sturdy body with scars covering it. He had a broad, flat face and bright amber eyes. I noticed his tail had a bend in the middle of it.
Next was a small, skinny pure white tom, he had blue eyes. What made me gag was a long, pink scar snaking from his belly all of the way to his ear tip. He nodded to the ragged-furred tortoiseshell she-cat. "Nice to see you, Mapleshade." He mumbled.
She looked back at me. "Come, Moonkit. Come closer. We're nice, don't fear us." She grinned menacingly, as if lying.
I stood up on wobbly paws and took a few cautious steps forward. I kept my wings flat on my side, afraid they would slice them up. I'm only a kit, and I'm visiting these cats I don't even know? I looked up at the four cats who were now one tail length away from me. "Hi." I squeaked.
Mapleshade gave me a strained; kind look. "Please, don't be scared. We are here to help you!" She licked her paw and drew it over her whiskers. "Meet Darkstripe, the dark gray tabby." She pointed her tail to the first cat that had come out.
He smiled at me and stood up, taking a paw-step forward. "Hello, Moonkit." He dipped his head and sat up again.
Mapleshade gestured towards the large dark tabby tom. "And Brokenstar."
The dark brown tabby's ruffled fur was dull. He stood up and put his paw next to mine. He smiled with sharp, yellow teeth. He took his paw away and cleaned the pads with his thorn-sharp claws unsheathed. "Hi." He meowed between licks.
Finally, she looked at the white tom and nodded. "Snowtuft."
I struggled not to see his scar.
The pure white tom's gaze bore into my pelt. "I am sorry about that. But I am less menacing than the rest of these cats." He meowed, inclining his head.
The tortoiseshell cat smirked. "Got that right, Snowtuft!" She growled, gazing at me once more. "There's another cat you need to meet." She hissed under clenched teeth.
I looked around, and spotted a pair of yellow eyes coming from the leaves of the tree. A blur of silver hopped down, and landed right in front of me. It was another she-cat. She had a silver, shiny pelt. Her tail all the way to her muzzle was all white. She had one black paw and ears, and a black tail-tip. Her yellow eyes provided a magnificent glow. Her left ear had the tip torn off, and a scar was along her chest. "Nice to see you!" She mewed welcomingly, reaching her black forepaw out to touch me.
I flinched back, flattening my ears to my head. "Who are you?" I hissed, baring my pure white teeth.
Then I saw two wings, one on each flank. They were pitch-black, crimson-red dappling them. I felt a forlorn feeling. I felt as if I knew her so well, but I didn't at all.
She pricked her ears. "Fox-dung! Moonkit, you're being woken up. I am-"
I opened my eyes and saw Sparrowwhisker. He looked at me with worry. "Are you okay?" He insisted.
I nodded and rolled over irritably. "I was dreaming, you know."
"Dreaming like someone was going to kill you!"
I ignored him, trying not to seeth. Now I am stuck, unknowing of who she is! I hissed and stomped out of the den, my fur ruffled. "Who is she?!"
Who do you think the cat is? No worries, the Dark Forest won't be overused in this book. It wasn't the best and most detailed chapter, but I hope it was... okay?
AOTD: I gave one of my cats, Cosmo- an apprentice ceremony on October 28th. (His birthday is April 28th) I smoothed his fur down to make him look nice, but had to cradle him in my arms for the whole thing. My other cat, Ash- was already a warrior (I'm guessing) by the time I got into warriors. He's too hostile to even attempt giving him a ceremony. Cosmo's apprentice name is Cedarpaw, most-likely Fallpaw (for the season fall, in my naming cats story I'll have his looks listed, I don't really know what to name him... ) Ash is named Coalheart, for he kinda has a heart of coal sometimes!
QOTD: Have you ever climbed a tree? What's your favorite kind of tree? (i know, lame question.)
COTD: Watch a show that you hate, or a show your little siblings watch. (If you have any) Then tell me about the episode and what happened in it, in your review. {You don't need to, if it's that bad...} It can be a ep you remember that you've seen play many times, if you wish.
