"I thought I told you to change my nest" looked up from her mouse and blinked at the brown.
"I suppose you did" Blue said with a shrug.
"Seriously, you're smart talking me rogue?" He let out a laugh "Boy are you mouse brained"
"I'm glad you are entertained" Blue replied without looking up. She contuined to eat her mouse like she didn't have a care in the world.
"Well?"
"Well, what?"
"Are you going to clean my nest" his fur began to bristle.
Blue let out a grin, it was funny to how cats like him could lose their temper so quickly. "Oh yeah, that. I think I'll get to it evantually. I mean come on, I just settled down."
The angry seemed to almost radiant from his pelt. His tail swished side to side. It remined Blue of snakes, the way they wiggle to move around, their aggressive behavior, that slow, sneaky movement before they strike. But Blue would take a snake anyday over him.
He came over and swatted the mouse. He dug into her tender fur, burning his claws onto the back of her head. He tore through the skin making sure to draw blood then pressed close to Blue's face.
"Listen, rogue" his breath left lashes of burning air, with a smell of blood "Have you've forgotten I'm a clan cat?" The blood started to drip on to ground.
"No I haven't" Blue replies trying not to show the terror and anger in her voice.
"Then are you going to clean my nest?"
"Yes"
"Yes, what?"
"Yes Thunderstrike"
Finally Thunderstrike moved his face away and released his grip. He brought his blood stained paw to his face. He flicked the blood off then licked off the rest.
" Clearly you need a little reminder of where you are. This is Snowclan, and you are a rogue. That means you sevre us!"
He seemed to fogot to mention the part where three warrior dragged her against her will when she was pregnant. That was Snowclan's thing, they kidnapped rogue and keep them here as slaves. They would fight back , of course, if they weren't so heavily outnumbered. You could tell the rogue apart from the clan cats by the long scar across their faces, happily given to them on their first day then none other than Goldenstar himself.
Blue won't mind being here actually. She didn't give her life much worth and if anything she should be happy for the food and shelter, if only it wasn't for Wind.
"Wind!' Blue called as Thunderstrike walked away. Then she came, the most beautiful she-cat to ever set foot on the ground.
She came out of the den for rogues. She ran over to Blue and sat near her paws. She looked up at Blue with big, curious sky eyes, eyes that were able to take the entire world and contain it in Wind's small mind. Wind's fur was creamy, pale brown. She was lucky to inherit a sleek pelt, she would grow up to be the most desirable cat for toms. The only thing that messed up her appearance was the ugly red scar across her face.
"What is it?" Wind asked in a high and squeaky voice. It was the most adorable sound Blue had ever heard. She better enjoy it before it went away with age.
"Mama has to clean out some nests. I want you came with me" Blue leaned down and licked down some kit ssoft fur that was sticking out. With her head close to Wind, she noticed Blue's claw mark.
"Mama, what happened?"
"Nothing sweetheart, I fell" Blue lied "Now come to the warrior's den with me"
"Okay but why?"
"I want your company" again another lie. She didn't want any one hurting Wind when she was gone. Blue ran to the warrior's den, not wanting further punishment. Luckily, the den was empty, it was an afternoon of a gathing after all.
"Alright Wind, please sit here while I work" Blue pointed to the back of the den. Wind nodded and watched as her mother rolled up the old moss that was Thunderstrike's nest.
"Mama can you tell me a story?" Wind asked as she began to become bored.
"Sure, which one?"
"The cats with the stars in their pelt, tell that story"
Blue purred, the kit tale was one of her and Wind's favorite.
"Well, way up in the night sky lives magical cats that can fly around the world, showing every cat their magnificent pelts. Do you know what made their pelt amazing?"
"What" Wind asked fascinated, even though she'd heard this story a million times.
"They had stars in their pelt. It is truly a sight to behold. All these formed a clan a clan which they appropriately named Starclan. Now Starclan are the most generous cats of all clans, especially to young she-cats down on their luck." Blue looked away from her work and to her daughter.
Wind was curled up in a ball giving out a yawn. Her eyes were but she had her ears pricked up to show she was still listening.
"So Starclan goes around and brings joy and love to cats with a good soul and rain down revenge on evil cats, the end" Blue watched as Wind's tail warped her up, concealing her in a world of fur. Her chest finally resorted to an even in and out, and Blue knew she was asleep.
With the oppurtuntity, Blue tried to clean any remaning blood stains that she could reach. She let her mind wonder as she contuined to clean, she imagined Starclan being real and giving Wind the most joyous life that the kit deserved.
Blue remebered where she had heard the tale. It was a time in her life where the dark pool that was her heart, was touched by a little golden rain drop. It was love, a love she'd would only experince once. She meet the tom near the lake. They talked and went their sepreate ways, to only meet again and again. Each time the two became more friendily with each other.
"Oh Blue" he said one meeting "I can't kept my feelings for you hidden any longer. I love you, please meet me here tonight. Trust me it'll be worth your time"
Blue was confused, why didn't he say with her until nightfall. If he loved her, he would never leave her side.
"I'm sorry, but I must return to my clan" he had told her of his clan before, but Blue didn't understand. In fact she didn't understand half the stuff he said. "Please Blue, will I see you tonight?"
There was no way she could deny his soft gaze , his piney scent that reminded her of a far off forest where she was born.
That night was really worth every ounce of energy. It was a night full of pure love. His brown fur pressed against her gray-blue fur. His breath able to deforst any frozen creature, his gentle licks on her head could fight away any fear. The fireflies gathered around them, shining them with a million lights.
But good things don't seem to last long in Blue's life. He told her that they should meet again, but he never showed up. Not the next night, or the next, not a single aign of him in a moon. Blue finally gave up on the brown tom, just as she felt the squirming of a little life inside her.
It was her fault really, she knew that the tom had another mate that didn't know of their relationship. It was wrong to meet with him. His last story he told her was of a great Starclan.
Once Blue laid out the moss for the new nest, she began to take the old moss outside. She stop at the exit when she scented two Snowclan warriors just outside the den. She didn't do anything wrong, but just the thought of Snowclan made her skin crawl.
"Dear Dark Forest there are a lot of when I think there's only one they end up having a liter of five kits. It's getting hard to keep track of them" Blue heard one of them hiss. Blue stayed in the den and refused to move, evasdropping could get her in trouble, but she didn't care.
"Well it's a good thing Gikdenstar made that new law" the other meowed.
"What law?"
"You mean haven't heard? In a few days there's going to be a new law put into action. Any rogue that can't work will be killed without question."
Blue had a plan, a plan that wasn't going to work, but she was becoming desperate. It was night and the full moon hung over Snowclan. Blue sat beside the cats getting ready to go, beside her sat a sleepy Wind. It was okay for a rogue to go to the gathering, but there was no way they'd accept little Wind to Blue was desperate and would try anything.
It was Thunderstrike's job to check off rogues that would go to the gathering. He began checking us, counting in his head how many were going. He accepted everyone so far but when he got to Stick, a young tom that would be an older apprentice if he was in a clan, he denifed him.
"Sorry rogue, but there's no way I'm letting you go"
Blue gulped, if Thunderstrike wouldn't let Stick there was no way he'd let Wind , who was younger, go. He apporached them Blue held her breath and listened to her heart pound against her chest. He stopped in front of Blue and smiled, obviously remebering this afternoon.
"You better behave yourself or I'll take pleasure in killing you" He stated then walked away without glancing at Wind.
Blue huffed out, finally releasing the pressure in her lungs. There was no way that just happened was all that could think in amazement. She was suprised she was able to move with the group to the forest, she was sure she would be frozen in place.
But now that the hardest part was done, she had to make sure the plan fell through. Blue kept to the back and dragged further and further behind until she couldn't see the cat in front of her.
"Run!" Blue ordered.
"What" Wind asked jerking up.
"You have to run Wind, run far away from here"
"Why?"
That was a good question. Blue didn't want to tell her that she was in huge risk for death. She didn't want Wind living in a life of fear.
"I need you to find Starclan" Blue made up
"How, they live in the sky mama"
"Please sweetheart, you have to find them and bring them to Snowclan"
"But"
"Run!" Without further hesitantion Wind ran in the oppisite direction. Blue had to use ever fiber in her body to keep herself running after her. No one would notice Wind's absence but they be hunting Blue down by moonhigh. She had to give her daughter her best chance.
To keep herself from drowning in grieve, Blue tried to imagine a world where her and Wind could be free. Where they could lay in the grass as Wind's laugh echoed through the trees. The songbirds would sing of their adventures as Wind tried to catch them. A world where Blue could stare at Wind's beutiful face without being haunted by a scar.
"Hey Blue, hurry up before Thunderstrike notices" Boulder, a fellow rogue, called to her. Blue caught up to him trying not to let her grieve show.
"Sorry Wind walks really slow" Blue told him, trying to hint at the fact that Wind escaped.
"What?" Boulder asked then laughed "Oh wow Blue, you must a very worrisome mother to imagine your kit with you."
"Huh?"
"Blue, Wind not here! She was never here, besides they wouldn't let a kit go to the gathering. Now come on."
It took awhile for Blue to register what Boulder just said. She instincly looked up and noticed that the stars shone brighter than every before. For once Blue considered that maybe the tale was true.
"Thank you Starclan. For my daughter's safety".
Sorry about changing POV, I hope it wasn't too confusing. Anyway please read and reveiw :)
