Disclaimer:
I do not own Warriors.
Note:
This is one of those chapters on why this story was rated T.
And my question still stands. Where should I go with the story?
Should I cut it off and make a new one about their lives as warriors?
Or, should I leave it, and just follow their lives anyways?
I'm not entirely sure on what to do here...
Because I have their entire lives planned out!
I'm not stopping the story anytime soon!
Oh, and please review!
Dockpaw walked back the trail from the gathering. The walks were long but worth it. He knew that he could no longer see his sister, but he had found out about her luckily...
Dockpaw waded through the crowd of cats, hoping that the ShadowClan cats had brought the she-cat he was looking for. After having wandered the gathering area twice, he realized that his sister had not come. The young tom sighed, and walked toward the rest of the apprentices. Redpaw and Shrewpaw, from WindClan, where having a jumping contest. A couple others were just talking.
He looked at them, so carefree, probably knowing nothing of the deaths that had come, and what they will probably see in their lifetimes. He sat down and watched them uninterested. Then, he looked toward a cream-furred she-cat. She was talking to an apprentice from RiverClan. That was the she-cat that Wingpaw had been battling, right before she was stolen! He walked up to her, "Excuse me? Can I ask you something?"
The she-cat looked to him, and realized who he was. "What?" she spat.
"My sister is in your Clan now, I was wondering..."
"Where you wondering why she's allowed on patrols and not here?" she asked. "It's because of Blackstar's orders. He knows that she'll try to defy him, or mess up on her hunting. So, every time she misses a scrap of prey, she's given a scar. Every time she's caught even staring over the borders, she gets attacked. Isn't that great?" Her voice was a cruel taunting laugh.
"Actually I was going to ask how she was doing?" Dockpaw mewed softly, he couldn't believe what those cats where doing to her!
"Oh, you're no fun. She's fine. She's got three scars. Two on her muzzle, on on her shoulder. She just got the one on her shoulder today. I want to give her a scar soon." she mewed, and walked away. Dockpaw glared at her, he couldn't believe this! She was an apprentice of ShadowClan now, and she was being tortured! That was just cruel in every way.
Dockpaw walked into the ThunderClan camp, staring at the clearing around him. He smiled, and walked into the apprentice den. It was kind of lonely in there somehow. There was only Redpaw, Dockpaw, and Pinepaw now. He sighed, knowing that he soon wouldn't have to worry. His warrior ceremony wasn't going to be too much longer. And soon Whitewing's kits would be apprenticed. Sure, they still had about four moons, but until then he would probably have to stay an apprentice.
As night slowly changed its ways into day, the sun barely broke through the stream of clouds the covered the sky. The air was slightly warmer, and this was a sign to everyone that the leafbare that they had endured, would soon be over. Only to be replaced by the warmer sun of newleaf. As the sun rose higher in the sky, Dockpaw was alarmed, by a cat running into the camp. It was Blossomfur, she panted for a second, then mewed, "ShadowClan is attacking again! They've brought almost every cat! More than before!" she announced.
Firestar walked out of his den and stared at her. "Alright then, we need to go and attack. Alright everyone! I need some cats to stay behind and guard the nursery."
Toadfoot and Foxfleet agreed to take on the job, and the rest of the cats ran toward the battle. And when they got there they couldn't believe it. A large group of cats, all reaking of ShadowClan, stood before them. Blackstar stood forward. "This will all end if you give in Firestar!"
"Blackstar!" Firestar snarled. "What is this madness? You need to stop! Cats will be injured!"
"I would kill all of my cats, if that was the only way to kill you. Besides, there's one cat here that's dying to see you again. She gave up once, but she won't give up again." A ginger she-cat dragged a familiar gray apprentice near the white tom.
"Wingpaw!" Redpaw and Dockpaw yowled. Ashfur and Squirrelflight stood next to them, looking at their daughter.
"Didn't you hear? Her name isn't Wingpaw anymore. It's Shatteredsoul." Blackstar yowled, "Now, she'll and the rest of your Clan may leave, back to ThunderClan, if you let me kill you."
"Never!" some of the cats behind them yowled. Dockpaw looked, there were enough cats, at least one for each, but there was a good chance.
"So be it." Blackstar mewed, and lunged for Shatteredsoul. But the she-cat seemed to expect it, and but out an unsheathed claw, it clawed at his throat.
"No, I won't die today Blackstar!" she yowled. Then the ShadowClan cats ran toward the ThunderClan, and the cats clashed into battle. Dockpaw ran forward, he had to help Shatteredsoul. He just had to.
He saw her, much smaller than him, but surely the better cat. He was choking now, and blood spilled, but he attacked anyways. Then the cats drew in front of him, two looked at him, trying to kill obviously. Dockpaw lunged, he had to get to his sister, and wouldn't stop. He clawed at the eyes of one, making them bloody and the cat yowled in pain. The other cat seezed the opportunity, and grabbed Dockpaw's neck. Dockpaw turned and extended his paws, swiping over the cats muzzle, blood swelled from the cut that he had made. The ShadowClan tom yowled in pain and dropped him. Dockpaw smiled. The bloodied eyed one was yowling, he couldn't see.
But the one who he had clawed in the muzzle came for him. Dockpaw swiped at his chest, leaving a long gash down. Blood started to waterfall out of the ShadowClan tom's chest, and he yowled. Dockpaw slashed again along his throat, and the tom tried to get some air. With a final act the tom grazed a paw over his shoulder, leaving a deep cut. Dockpaw flinched, but continued to run toward his sister. She was now fighting two cats!
But then two cats, fighting each other, got in his way. Dockpaw lunged, and grabbed the first cat's neck. He bit deep, and the body went limp. Suddenly, the cat beneath him gasped in shock and surprise, one word the ended Dockpaw. It finished him in so many ways. "Dockpaw?"
He got off and looked, he had attacked the cat, and it was dead, but it was the wrong cat. The cat that sat beneath him was a white she-cat, looking terrified at him. He had killed a Clanmate. He had killed Icestorm. "No. No!" he yowled, and looked toward the ShadowClan cat, looking shocked. He tackled the white she-cat that Icestorm had been fighting, and raked her over the ears. The she-cat yowled in surprise, and bit down on his leg as he fell to the ground. Blood started to soak her muzzle.
Dockpaw yowled in pain as the she-cat bit harder, and used his good front paw to rake over her muzzle. She yowled, and Dockpaw looked at his paw. It was drenched in blood and had teeth marks all over it. He could hardly move it, but he didn't care, Dockpaw ran again, finally making it to his sister.
"Wingpaw!" the she-cat looked. Below her, Blackstar lay, unmoving and limp. He didn't shudder.
"I think I killed him Dockpaw." she mewed silently. The ginger she-cat bent her head over the white tom.
"You did Shatteredsoul. He's dead." she rasped. She seemed truly upset.
"I'm sorry Russetfur! I didn't want him to die. It was an accident!"
"Accident or not you killed your leader!" Russetfur growled.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" Shatteredsoul pleaded.
"For that, you are never to leave camp ever again!" she yowled. "I knew that it shouldn't have been you he tried to kill. But he insisted on it. I thought Tawnypelt would have done better. At least she could have played along and then turned against ThunderClan! ShadowClan, RETREAT!" Russetfur threw her head back and yowled at the top of her lungs. Dockpaw watched as fleeing cats left. Two large muscular toms grabbed Shatteredsoul, dragging her against her will back to camp. Dockpaw ran the other way, back toward his own Clan.
The ThunderClan cats stayed where they were, and looked at the battle field. It was drenched in blood. Dockpaw looked, only two ThunderClan cats where dead. At least four ShadowClan cats were. He looked, the ones who Dockpaw had cut open and blinded were still. Blackstar lay in his own pool of blood. Another cat was dead way over where Dockpaw hadn't been.
"What are we going to do with the ShadowClan cats?" somebody mewed from silently after a long moment of nothing happening.
"We will leave them by the border. Their own cats can pick them up there." Firestar sighed. He looked tired and a bit weaker.
"Alright. Come on everybody. Back to camp!" Ashfur mewed. "Somebody, needs to go get Icestorm and Hazeltail." His father sighed, and looked at the two cats. Squirrelflight, who had a long gash down her side, and Cloudtail, who had a torn ear and a cut leg, walked up to get the cats.
The cats wandered back toward their home, all except for Dockpaw, who sat there. "I can't go back. I don't belong there anymore."
Squirrelflight and Cloudtail walked up to him as they carried the dead toward the camp. "What's wrong Dockpaw?" Squirrelflight mewed between Icestorm's fur.
"I can't go back to camp." he mewed.
"What's this load of fox-dung? You need to get back to camp." Cloudtail growled between Hazeltail's fur.
"I can't. I killed... I killed Icestorm. I don't belong there anymore!" Dockpaw admitted, and as the two cats were frozen in shock, the gray tom ran. North of the ThunderClan border, to unknown territory, wanting to get away. Wanting to be nowhere near the Clans or the lake anymore.
As Pinepaw walked into the clearing. Blood soaked his fur, most of which wasn't his. He had fallen into a bleeding ShadowClan tom, and his blood had soaked him. He had gone on a quick hunting party with a few other strong cats to catch some more prey for the injured that couldn't hunt. But he wasn't focused on hunting, he was thinking of what Firestar had announced. As they got back to camp, Squirrelflight and Cloudtail ran toward the leader's den after depositing the dead, and their faces were grim. Then, Firestar had announced that his brother had left the Clan because he had killed Icestorm.
"Pinepaw!" a mew rang. Pinepaw looked toward where the noise had come. It was Blossomfur.
"Blossomfur, how are you?" he asked.
"I'm fine, but how are you. I mean, you know."
"I know, I don't want to talk about that right now."
"Alright, you should go get some sleep. You look tired." Blossomfur mewed gently.
"Okay." Pinepaw smiled. He was just about her height now, and he knew that he would be full grown in no time. And that would mean he'd be a warrior, and as a warrior... well... He didn't want to think about what would happen then. Not just yet.
"Is this a bad time?" a mew rang over the hollow. It was unknown, and when Pinepaw looked, he didn't recognise the cats that stood at the entrance. Everyone stared at the three cats in wonder. Firestar came out of his den, and looked over them.
"Who are you?" Firestar asked.
"My name is Lion." the first tom mewed. "This is my sister, Holly, and my brother, Jay."