Nyello.
Sorry for that random April Fools chapter. Very random.
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Flower: Heh, sorry.. ;u;
Redtail1192: Hey, wait for me!
Snowcrystal of Thunderclan: You're welcome ;)
Princessaurora2004: I'm glad you think it's funny. :)
Flame: The cyclone was pretty insane. It's all calmed down in my area, but in a few hours there's a massive river ready to break its banks at 9m high, in an area that's already flooded. It's quite scary. But, this is Australia.
Key of Light and Darkness: Yep, it's pretty horrific. Some areas are still greatly flooded after a week.
Blackstorm of Thunderclan: Pretty much. Hollyleaf's power was just randomly picked out by me. Just like the, 'Oh, Lionblaze is practically invincible unless he wants to be hurt!' kind of thing.
Warriorsfirestar: Thank you ;) Hollyleaf randomly having teleporting powers was just to add to the weird 'power of three' thing.
Bushclaww: Hollyleaf is a murderer of books along with being a murderer of Ashfur.
Chapter 10
"You're a monster."
I stare at the brown-grey cat that stands in front of me with confusion. As I look down at the ground and see fluffy paws and not tanned, long fingers, I realise I'm in my Featherfall form, all of a sudden.
Ashenfoot lashes his tail slowly, bunches his muscles as if he were wincing, and lunges at me.
My heart skips a beat and I cry in pain as claws - Ashenfoot's claws - slash my face harder than I have felt ever before, and blood pools down my forehead where he cut a jagged wound above my right eye.
"I hope you die, you twoleg scum." He whispers menacingly in my ear, before biting into it and tearing it off. Excruciating pain crackles through my ear before I could even think properly, and I quickly shy away from my attacker.
Is Ashenfoot trying to kill me?
Why?
He cut me so deeply I'm already feeling black spots home in on the centre of my vision, and I can't see with my right eye. He tore my cat-ear off without hesitation.
My heart beats faster. But he didn't judge me when he found out! He recovered so quickly! But he-
He's pressing against me, as I lay on my back. He glares harshly into my watery-blue eyes, opens his mouth, and lowers his ashen-brown head and.. is he biting my throat?
I feel pain as his teeth pierce into the soft skin on my throat. I feel my life starting to pool out, and it feels like a stone is lodged in my now-torn throat. I struggle, and try to howl out 'Why?' but pain silences me as blood gushes out from the wound in my neck and my sight turns black, amber eyes burning into my vision.
I jolt awake, my cheeks wet and the back of my neck glistening with sweat. I frantically stare at my paws- hands, and I sigh in relief when I realise I still have an ear and I can see out of both of my brown eyes.
"Oh, hello, baby." My mum coos. She is looking out the window of my room, her fair hair ruffled. It is raining outside.
"What time is it?" I mutter, putting my hand to my forehead.
"Only seven." My mother replies, turning to look at me. Her eyes are urgent.
I shift myself so I cover the wet patch on the pillow I lay on, a result of the tears I got from the nightmare about Ashenfoot killing me. "Are you alright?"
My mum smiles. "Fine. It's just that we're getting ex-cyclone Debbie's rain now. Most of the schools in the south-eastern area have closed down today due to flooding."
"Flooding?"
Is the Clan alright? How is Whiteshadow's little kit, Darkkit? Has the Clan's camp been flooded? RiverClan.. if they're near the little creek, they'll be flooded, too.
"Yes." My mum replies, chuckling softly. "Your school got closed, too."
I stiffen. "No school today?"
My mother looks back outside, and I realise how hard it is raining. "Nope. No school today, my dear."
Then, she sighs. "I have an appointment with the physio this morning. Are you willing to visit Holly?"
"Sure!" I say quickly. I want to see if the Clan is okay. Not that I hated going to Holly's house, sure, but I'd rather visit the Clans.
"Alrighty." My mum replies tiredly, moving over to kiss me on the head. "I've packed your stuff for you. Remember, stay away from any flooding, and take your umbrella."
...
I step over a murky puddle, wincing as water splashes into my watery-grey eyes as the cool rain pounds against my tabby back.
The scenes I'm currently seeing is, admittedly, horrific.
The streets are flooded, rushing with murky, brown water. Debris is strewn around the paths and bob up and down in the floodwater. Wind lashes at my thick, fluffy fur, which is, actually, quite the opposite of fluffy in this rain.
I turn around and squint into the bushland. I can see the mud - ready for me to accidentally step in and suck in my paws in - covering the ground and the grassy areas filled up with water. It's unbelievable.
Steeling myself up and urging my paws to step forwards into the bush, I wince at the squelching I can feel and hear below my paws as I am forced to travel across the mud to reach ShadowClan.
Huh, even with this insane amount of trees and lack of light, rain still manages to get in my eyes and temporarily blind me. Just like in that dream.
"Shut up!" I hiss harshly to myself. I'm fine, Ashenfoot is fine, we're all fine.
Hopefully.
The wind starts to pick up and is now a roaring gale, whipping at my fur and making my ears and tail flap around at an annoying pace.
I glimpse a bit of the ShadowClan camp's wall. It is waving wildly in the wind, but it somehow stays together.
I poke my head in, and am shocked to see some cats still outside of their comfy dens.
"Hey, Ashenfoot, your admirer's here."
I immediately blush and bare my teeth as I pick up Ashenfoot's 'oh?' and murmurs of laughter follow. Look, I'm glad that the Clan - some of it, at least - is happy. But they shouldn't be happy by making jabs at the feelings I'm currently feeling for Ashenfoot- oh.
"You shouldn't be out here in this storm!" Ashenfoot growls, slinking out from the warriors' den and shoving me into it, surprisingly strong.
"Woah," I murmur. The den is, like, quite big. And warm. There's a few cats in here; Forestash, Fjordrunner, Strikeheart, Ashfeather, Driftpool, Lilyfrost, and Ashenfoot, and two cats I don't recognize; a black tom with grey stripes, and an old-looking brown tom. "This is a pretty nice den!"
I hear a few chuckles, and flatten my ears. "I've never been in here before."
"It's fine." Ashenfoot assures, earning even more smirks in his and my direction.
"How's the Clan going? And where are the others?" I mew, noticing a few warriors weren't in the den. I hope Darkkit is okay.. what about Ivystar? Willowfall and Stormpaw?
"Not enough room." The black tom growls. "The queens stayed in the nursery, with Stormpaw. The elders couldn't fit in here either, so they're stuck in the apprentices' den with the apprentices and Willowfall."
"And the other warriors?" I lift an eyebrow.
"In the apprentices' den, too."
I was about to question on how they're going in this rain, when Ashenfoot interrupts me, guessing what I was about to ask about.
"What Nightshadow is saying," Ashenfoot mutters quietly, "Is that every cat is safe in the dens. All fine. And yes," I glare at him boredly. "Darkkit is alright."
"Thanks, you mouse-brain." I roll my eyes, suddenly aware of my appearance, which was probably sodden and bore muddy paws.
"There's not enough room in here." Driftpool complains, Strikeheart and Fjordrunner nodding in agreement. "Someone is going to have to go to the elders' den, or something."
"That den is leaking," Lilyfrost reasoned. "There's a pool of water in the middle. It'd be too uncomfortable."
Driftpool growls, her blue eyes betraying boredom. "What about the-"
"It's fine." Ashfeather chirps, his dusty-brown fur appearing to be a little bot sodden; probably from playing in the rain, I'd guess. "Featherfall can stay here. We need more warmth."
Fjordrunner snorts. "I'm not sure if she's actually warm-"
"It's warm enough as it is." Forestash growls softly, glaring at Fjordrunner in that way a kind, shy person looks at an annoying 'rebel' kid at school when they start to disturb the class. I smile very faintly.
"So," I try and make up a bit of small-talk, however much I hate it. "How do you think RiverClan is going?"
"They've moved to higher-"
"Everyone, get out of the dens!"
Ivystar's shielded voice cuts off the old brown tom that I think was an elder, and sounds of splashing follow her call.
"The camp is getting flooded! Quick, before you get stuck in the dens!" Ivystar repeats, making my heart race. Oh, God. The floods have reached here? RiverClan's definitely toast now. Soggy toast.
Grumbles and murmurs follow the secretive leader's yowl, and we all slip out of the den, water immediately splashing at our paws and hitting our legs. I gaze out at the camp, and can comfirm it has a three-centimetre-high layer of cloudy brown water covering the ground below our paws.
"What in StarClan?" Driftpool raises her voice irritably over the pounding rain. "If I wanted this much water, I'd have gone to RiverClan!"
All the cats seem to be out of the dens now, and my heart leaps when I see Darkkit in the queen Whiteshadow's firm jaws. Sorry, I think she's downright adorable as hell.
"Get to higher ground!" Ivystar calls as I watch Reedfrost beckoning the elders and queens to move out of the den entrances.
A tail touches my shoulder, and I gasp. Ashenfoot stands there, his eyes hard, and I flatten my ears. He's not the cat in my dream, I tell myself.
"Come on." He mews. I nod, my eyes closed and my head lifted to the dark, cloudy sky.
"Come on, we're going now! Leave the prey!" Ivystar yowls commandingly, reminding me of my empty stomach. I didn't have breakfast, and I haven't eaten any prey ever since I tried that dreaded noisy miner bird. Yes, I pretty much starve myself whenever I'm in ShadowClan. Uh, yeah, I'd rather eat my food without its dead, blank eyes staring at me as I bite into it.
"Hey, Ivystar.." I mew hesitantly to the grey she-cat as we exit the camp. Her paws are caked with mud, as if she hadn't been staying inside the dens recently.
"Featherfall?" Ivystar replies, looking at me in surprise with her deep-green eyes and quickly blinking it away. I narrow my eyes. Does she always need to hide her emotions, or something? "What are you doing here? Aren't your.. parents.. still out there?"
"They've settled down in an abandoned den." I lie coolly. "They're currently resting."
Ivystar blinks. "I'd hate it for any cat to be in trouble."
I smirk. "Even if they're WindClan?" I inquire. Surely Ivystar isn't that soft.
Ivystar's fur raises slightly, as if she was reminded of a memory she wanted to push away from her mind but would came back every time. "Yes, I suppose. Maybe the queens, elders, and kits."
The Clan has left the camp now, and it's a blurry speck in the distance. The rain's scent is strange, mingling with the strange smell of cats and the damp undergrowth of leaf-mulch and eucalyptus bark.
The shadows have pretty much dissipated, and the trees have thinned out. Rainwater drips from the trees' leaves and dab my back with cold, fresh water.
The Clan has excited ShadowClan territory! And I don't know where we are!
We're in a field, and it's filled up pretty high with water in the lower parts. Is this WindClan? I scan the area in front of me, and I see the little creek that cuts in the corner of the field. Actually, I think this is-
"RiverClan territory!"
Yes, Ashfeather, I had hoped it was RiverClan territory. I roll my eyes, which was kinda hard as rain splashed into my eyes like no tomorrow, which hurt quite a bit.
If this is RiverClan's territory, and WindClan's is on this field, too, I feel sorry for RiverClan.
Ashenfoot suddenly growls and crouches to the ground. "Prey!" He whispered. Before I could say anything, he dashes towards the raging, flooded river, murky water splashing behind him.
I can see a rabbit near the river. Why? I don't know. Maybe its tunnel flooded or something.
I watch Ashenfoot as he attempts to stop on the slippery, flooded grass, and my heart skips a beat as he doesn't stop and falls into the river, his dark-brown paws flailing and soft grey-brown head attempting to stay out of the water.
I can't move, and my eyes are wide. The river is dragging Ashenfoot along the water, away to who knows where.
This can't be happening.
"Ashenfoot!"
both of my stories are starting to just be full of cliffhangers.
This chapter is based after the cyclone my state recently recieved! Floods and rain! Wind and.. ..stolen roofs..
Tfw when you want to kill some cats but you're worried you might offend the cat's creator.
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