First off, Happy New Year! It's now 2015 :D.
I haven't forgotten about this story - more so... neglected it a tad. :/
Anyways, here is the poorly written chapter... It's really short, but it's all I could think of. My brain is swimming with exhaustion...
Regards,
Author xx
Chapter Seven
"Hello, Spiderpaw. I'm Dashpaw, your crazy uncle."
She stared at the brown and gray patched tom before her, her eyes wide in shock. Her pelt ruffled at the edges and her heart beat rapidly against her ribcage, making Spiderpaw feel strangely weak; she could feel her legs trembling beneath her body weight, as if they were no longer supporting her the way she needed them too.
"B - But... But you're - "
"Dead?" Dashpaw's gaze was taken from his claws and met hers; they pierced her fur like fire, causing the gray and black tabby apprentice to hiss and draw farther away from him. She felt her heartbeat quicken, felt sweat beginning to form on her fur; what was happening to her? "Well, that's true - I am dead."
"Then..." Spiderpaw raised a paw out of confusion. "Then h - how can I see you?"
A cruel smile - just like his eyes - grazed the brown and gray tom's lips. "The same way my sister - your mother - can: by intellect." he rose to his paws and began to saunter towards her, the smile growing bigger until it was a full-out grin; his eyes glimmering with malice and his tail flicking calmly behind him, as if the ordeal were nothing more than casual conversation.
"I -Intellect?"
Dashpaw's eyes flashed, and Spiderpaw's tail was suddenly clamped to the ground by an unknown force; the she-cat whipped around, hissing and trying to pry her tail away. It wouldn't budge, and each time she tried Spiderpaw felt herself growing overwhelmed. "Yes, intellect," he responded to her question after a moment of watching her struggle, "Whistlebird, as daft as she is, can see any spirit of StarClan - Bluestar, Snowfur...heck, even the great Firestar! "
"But...but how can that be?" Spiderpaw wondered aloud, still looking at her tail.
Dashpaw's paw was cupping her chin, dragging her eyes back to his; the same malice still burned there, but another emotion had been placed as well - it was working together with the malice, swimming and coiling around in his dark golden-amber irises. "Oh, sweet Spiderpaw..." he cooed to her like she was a kitten again, "she's the Savior of StarClan - how else would she be able too?"
Spiderpaw growled and shoved the tom's paw away from her, feeling her skin searing with an unforgetable warmth; it left a tingle, the oddest sensation on her. Dashpaw's cruel eyes were darkening, brimming with the light only produced by the emotions within them.
"You see, dearest," Dashpaw meowed, not even giving Spiderpaw time to say anything, "All my life, Whistlebird was the one who got attention - my parents' blood boiled within both of us, but it only seemed to make Whistlebird more favorable. She was a pretty she-cat, as you know - she got everything she ever asked for, no matter what it was. If she wanted something, she got it - it was something I never received in all my years of life.
"Your mother was doted upon and loved deeply, while I was the one who was mistreated - told to go play with the other kits when there were none to begin with...told to hush while Whistlebird slept and my parents were talking louder than blackbirds...told to go fetch some fresh-kill for myself while my father brought it for both my mother and Whistlebird..."
The fire burst in his eyes before he closed them, causing a wield of rage to be spat right in Spiderpaw's face.
"I got nothing - nothing! I was hated, ridiculed, and picked on for not being like my perfectionist sister!" Dashpaw suddenly laughed, one that sent chills up Spiderpaw's spine. "But she wasn't always that perfect - that moment the elder Husktail came in and talked to us about the Hanging Tree, she stopped being the perfect daughter, the perfect warrior - she was nothing then." His eyes met Spiderpaw's once more, the grin now wider than ever.
"I was glad."
"But Mother said that you were - "
"To the Dark Forest what your mother said!" Dashpaw snarled, baring his fangs right at her muzzle. "I was glad she stopped talking - no longer was she perfect, the glorious daughter of Vinestep and Whisperfang - she was the daughter scared beyond belief by a simple elder's tale! It was laughable beyond comprehension - and to this day, even as I'm dead I still get a kick out of it."
Spiderpaw felt her heartbeat pcik up drastically the closer Dashpaw got to her; she felt her mind swimming with blur, trying to cling onto whatever she had left. The world began to sway beneath her paws, and she let out a low moan of drowsiness and exhaustion, watching as Dashpaw let out a laugh that rang in her ears long after it was gone.
"Wha..." Spiderpaw mewed, trying to get words to spill out of her mouth; her throat suddenly went dry, as if a sharp dust-filled wind had blown through the bush and forced her words back down.
"What's happening to you?" Dashpaw's eyes flashed and a sharp pang collided with Spiderpaw's chest; the black and gray tabby sank to the ground, feeling air grow scarce around her.
Warmth was now against her cheek as Dashpaw pressed his paw against it; it left her body feeling numb, unable to respond to the commands her mind was giving.
Move, Spiderpaw! You're gonna get hurt if you don't get out of here!
Suddenly, a loud scream erupted from Dashpaw and the tom staggered back, the warmth of his paw leaving Spiderpaw's cheek; the she-cat silently rejoiced as she could feel her limbs again and rose to her paws, blinking at her uncle in horror.
Dashpaw was writhing and tearing at leaves on the inside of the bush, yowling and screaming as if he were in pain. The words were jumbled at first, and every so often Dashpaw would twitch as if he had some sort of problem. The words finally registered in Spiderpaw's mind, and the she-cat tipped her head to the side in wonder.
"Master, please! I - I'm sorry!"
The tom twitched, and a solid gray cat with coal-black eyes met Spiderpaw.
"You failed me, Dashpaw!" shouted the cat, its voice not sounding like her uncle at all; it suddenly twitched and Dashpaw was himself again, his eyes blurring with tears of pain and horror.
"Please, Master! I beg of you - don't do this!"
Another twitch; the other cat.
"Failure!"
Twitch - Dashpaw.
"Stop it! You're hurting me!"
Twitch - the other cat.
"Does it look like I care? You need to be taught a lesson, you imbusle!"
Twitch - Dashpaw once more.
Spiderpaw watched as her uncle began to dig his claws into his skull, crying out as they began to cascade down - all the while making bloodied gashes. His eyes looked as if they were going to pop out of his head, and his jaws were parted as far as they could go; Spiderpaw wanted to help, but thanks to Dashpaw's magic her tail was still clamped down to the ground.
"You won't take me!" Dashpaw screamed in agony as he tried to resist twitching - but it failed him in the long run and soon Spiderpaw was met, yet again, with the solid gray cat she didn't know the name of.
"You foolish tom! I already have!"
Darkness began to pool around the cat's paws, and a gust of wind went upward, buffeting the cats' fur against its frame as it cackled menacingly. Spiderpaw squinted her eyes, grunting as she tried to see out of the harsh windstorm and the darkness now encasing the cat.
"Spiderpaw!" Dashpaw's voice came into her subconcious, causing the she-cat to jump. "Run!"
The magic was suddenly off her tail, and Spiderpaw followed her uncle's advice and shot out of the bush, racing back to camp just as the bush radiated a gust of black smoke, sending all of the Clans into a darkened abyss.
The cat watched as the small pitiful cat ran down into the hollow, her tail twice its size as fear radiated off her pelt.
The cat let out a cruel laugh, smiling down at the darkness it had grasped the Clans in.
"Yes, little cat... Run back to your home and warn them... But it's not match for me!"
The cat could feel its powers returning; it swelled up inside, making the cat's heart pound harder and muscles grow stronger. A sudden flash appeared before the cat and a large cresent moon mark appeared on its head, glowing with the blackness of death.
"Because now, little kit, the real Shadow Vortex has begun..."
Oh snap! What the heck has Spiderpaw - and Dashpaw - gotten themselves into?
I've been watching Yu-Gi-Oh all day, so yes I based this chapter off of it. Sorry :/
So heyyy, any of you recognize the creepy kitty at the end? I hope the Dashpaw part was enough angst and torture for you :3.
Sorry I had no Duskie in this chapter - hopefully the next one will!
Regards,
Author xx c: