Weaselmask's POV (Point of view)
"That stupid tom. He's been gone all night and it is well past sunhigh now." Weaselmask complained, padding back and forth by Britzle. Britzle shrugged, nudging her kits closer to her.
"A lot of things happen that we don't want to. Thanks for staying with me. And last night I woke up and a new thought dawned upon me." Britzle mewed, licking her kits.
"What would that be?" Weaselmask asked, and Britzle looked up at the sky.
"I have a friend named Sparse and she can't give birth to kits. She has had only one, but it died after two moons. She was devastated. So, I was wondering if you could help me bring five of my kits to her? I'll keep two. One of Page's and one of mine. She said she has a good amount of milk." Britzle mewed, and Weaselmask nodded, and sat down.
"Which will you be keeping?" Weaselmask asked, and Britzle pointed to a little black she-kit and a white tom-kit next to it.
"I'll be keeping these two. The rest I'm willing to give up." Britzle seemed sad, and Weaselmask nodded.
"I'll help you carry them back. But first I need to find Grass-star." Weaselmask promised, and Britzle nodded. Their head flicked toward Jessi at the entrance of the alley they were currently in. She looked like she was extremely weak, and she padded over to Britzle and collapsed by her side. She panted heavily, and looked at Weaselmask.
"That Grass-star sure is one fine competitor. He wiped me out like there was no tomorrow. I'm starved, Weaselmask have you seen any food?" Jessi mewed, and pushed herself up. Weaselmask shook her head.
"I'm about to go get Grass-star. Stay here." Weaselmask padded off, her tail flicking back and forth. She sighed as she sprinted across thunderpath, the hard cool stone freezing her pads. She padded into battle alley, and her body felt weak, seeing Grass-star fighting Sline. Grass-star wasn't doing too bad, but he was bleeding a lot. So was Sline.
Weaselmask yowled, trying to get through the crowd of cats. Two stopped her. "You can't go into the arena. They need to battle it out." One said, and the other one agreed.
Weaselmask hissed and unsheathed her claws. "Let me stop them right now! Grass-star will be killed!" She mewed, and tried to push by them.
"We said no, back up kittypet." They turned away from her, and Weaselmask stopped on the ground, frustrated.
Weaselmask gasped when she saw Sline fly into the wall. She could hear a gruesome 'snapping' noise, and Sline screeched in pain. She pushed herself up, and padded over to Grass-star, and headbutted him. He didn't move too much, but he was caught off guard by the sudden attempt, and he fell over. Sline grabbed his scruff and dragged him over to a twoleg pipe with smoke bellowing out of it, and pushed him against it.
Grass-star wheezed and coughed, the smoke filling his nostrils. Weaselmask watched Grass-star get hit over and over again, and she had no control over it. Her whole body trembled in awe, watching as the cat she had grown to care for be hurt. Her pelt bristled when Sline shoved his face onto the ground, and Grass-star attempted to battle back and hurt her. He was pinned, and Sline bit into his throat.
Weaselmask felt all the life drain out of her, and she fell to the ground, watching as Grass-star went limp. Sline stepped back, and Weaselmask's ears burned. She yowled loudly and all the cats turned to look at her, and she lunged at Sline, angrily biting and ripping her.
Sline hissed back, and tried to fight, but she was badly bruised and cut, and she was having a hard time keeping up with her. Weaselmask clawed her ears and face, and bit into her flank and legs. She got scratched once or twice, but she Sline went to swipe at her once more, she sunk her claws into Sline's jugular vein and ripped apart her neck. She sunk her fangs into her neck as well, shaking her around, and Sline coughed up blood.
Sline shrieked, and Weaselmask slammed Sline into the wall, clawing her underbelly. Weaselmask's body was stained with Sline's blood, and she fell limp. Weaselmask's eyes burned with rage, and she whipped around to look at all the other cats.
"You guys watched as he got killed! How dare you!" She yowled, and the cats looked at her with frightful eyes. Pag looked equally outraged, and jumped down from where he was sitting.
"You. You ended Sline's life. For him? For that rat?" He hissed, his claws unsheathing. Pag was quite a big cat, and towered over her. But Weaselmask was not intimidated by his frightening look, and she dug her claws into the ground, her amber eyes burning with the will to fight.
Weaselmask growled lowly. "How dare you call him such a name. He is a brave cat who made a foolish idea to come here. What you did was wrong. You sent someone to kill him. In front of my eyes. I knew how much you loved her, so I killed her in revenge. He's dead all because of you. You sick monster!" She hissed, and Pag dropped and slowly snaked around her. She got ready to attack him, and Pag snarled.
"It was his will. He chose to fight! You killed my future mate!" The cries of cats rang around them, but Weaselmask hissed back.
"I will kill you too!" Weaselmask countered, and more cats cried out for her.
"You wouldn't dare. You are a measly little rodent, Weasel. It is even in your name. I don't understand why anyone would love you. He didn't. He didn't even think about you when he was fighting."
"I'll show you!" Weaselmask lunged at Pag, knocking him over.
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"Grass-star." A whispering voice called out to him, and Grass-star looked around. He could see nothing but stars, and it was the first time he ever truly felt alone.
"Come out!" Grass-star called, and Ashwing, Stoatstar, Tinyear, and Bluekit appeared before him.
"Grass-star you died." Stoatstar mewed, and then his eyes narrowed.
"Who do you think you are, wasting such valuable time and lives for a stupid compeition?" Stoatstar said sternly, and Grass-star shook his head.
"That's not at all what I was doing. Now I have eight lives, correct?" Grass-star mewed, tilting his head.
"Yes and you need to wake up soon, soon enough Wood and Anot will throw your body out! Wake up, Grass-star! Wake up!" Bluekit exclaimed, and his Grass-star slowly felt himself fading.
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Grass-star woke up to see Weaselmask being pummeled viciously by Pag. Grass-star felt weak, but seeing the she-cat he loved getting hurt fired him up. Pushing himself up, he snarled, and just as Pag was rearing up on his hind legs and about to slam his paws onto Weaselmask's neck, Grass-star spread his legs while soaring and grabbed onto Pag from the side, knocking him over hard, and crushing his ribs.
Pag yowled in pain, and Weaselmask backed up slowly, panting loudly. Pag spun around and hit Grass-star in the face with a large paw, knocking him over.
"I thought you died! How are you still alive?" Pag hissed, and clawed him. Grass-star looked at Weaselmask with pleading eyes, and Weaselmask attacked his flank. Grass-star bit his jaw while he was distracted, and he tried to swat him out of the way.
Pag jumped a bit and tried to turn around to attack Weaselmask, but Grass-star landed on top of Pag and pinned him down. He grabbed Pag's scruff and tried to pull him away from Weaselmask, but ended up losing his grip and making bloody marks on his neck. Pag turned around and looked down at Grass-star, yowling and charging for him.
Grass-star rolled out of the way, sending Pag to charge into the stack of monster paws. He disappeared under all the monster paws, and Grass-star huffed. He knew Pag would be coming back out, but he had time to rest. Weaselmask padded over to him, and stood up, and lifted one of her paws, and gulped.
Pag burst out of the monster paws, making some roll toward toward them. Grass-star hopped onto one that was rolling toward him, and lost his balance and fell backward. It shot toward Pag, and it hit him in the head, causing a loud cracking sound. The monster paw bounced a bit, and fell on its side. Pag was laying down, his eyes shut.
"My head..." He moaned, and Wood walked over to him, standing up straight. Pag's eyes fluttered and he opened them, seeing Wood stand over them.
"Help me kill those vicious ones over there. You were once a great battler, you can be again! Join me in the fight, Wood." Pag pushed himself up, and Wood's claws unsheathed.
"They aren't vicious. You are, Pag." Wood said, not looking at Pag. He screwed his eyes shut, and Pag fell over again.
"I will make you second in command if you help me kill-" Pag began, but was cut off by an angry growl.
"Enough, Pag! That's enough! I will not help you kill ever again. Instead, say hello to the dark forest for me." Wood hissed, and unsheathed his claws, dragging them along from his neck to his underbelly.
Pag screeched, and blood poured out of his wounds. "No!" Pag yowled, and rolled around in agony.
"Why would you..." Pag said, but he coughed up blood again, and squirmed around, his legs flailing.
Wood sunk his claws into his neck again, and waited for Pag to die. Pag kept saying 'why would you' until his life was drained from his body. Wood drew his paw back, and stared with little expression at the lifeless body.
Wood put Pag's body in the dumpster, then climbed the monster paws. He sat down on the very top, and raised his head high.
"I hereby declare that Pag is dead, and shall no longer torment us." Wood rasped, and everyone looked around nervously.
"He won't jump out. Celebrate, cats of battle alley!" Wood yowled, and cats followed him by yowling too.
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"But, I shall not lead. Instead, I have someone else I'd like to lead battle alley. It shall be Grass-star, for his nobleness and courage, to push through and stand up to the evil tomcat that we have all feared. Today we may fight among ourselves, but we will no longer fight for our freedom!" Cheers and agreement sounded in the alley, and Wood stepped down.
Grass-star gasped, and slowly limped over to the monster paws. "I honestly don't know what to say. I wasn't alone when I fought Pag... I died, but I also had help. Weaselmask played a big part of winning that battle. Wood, I thank you ever so much. But I have a clan to lead, and I cannot do this. Ko, I'd like you to be the new leader of battle alley." Grass-star dipped his head, and padded down from the monster paws.
Ko stepped up, and nodded. "I shall lead battle alley to my fullest potential. I shall not let any of my cats down!" Ko yowled, and all the cats howled with him.
Wood motioned for Anot, Grass-star, and Weaselmask to follow him. They padded through the silver webbing, and toward the alley that had Britzle in it. They waited just outside of it, and Wood glared at Grass-star.
"Alright big-shot, let me see. You're the leader of a clan?" Wood rasped, and Grass-star nodded.
"Yes. I also have a question for you, how do you know what dark forest is? I haven't met any cat who knows of it." Grass-star questioned, and Wood sat down.
"Let me tell you a quick story. I was not born a alley cat. I was born a clan cat. When foxes started to attack during the freezing times of leaf-bare, it was time that I left my clan. I was second in command in the battle alley for half a moon, then I quit. It was an awful mistake, not knowing who would take my place after. It soon turned out to be Lax, that rat." Wood hissed, his eyes filled with wisdom and hatred.
"I was a coward and left my own clan for a chance to survive. I did, but that showed me nothing. A medicine cat who abandoned his own clan in desperate times. The clans might've still survived if it weren't for me. I tried to return in newleaf, but when I went back to my old camp, everyone was gone." Wood mewed, his voice cracking from emotion.
"I am a rat too. A good for nothing medicine cat. Grass-star, how do you know about StarClan? Do you?" Wood asked, his voice hoping. Grass-star nodded.
"It is a long story, but I know everything about StarClan. I was told to recreate the clans, and I did so. We just made our clan not too long ago, and we have five members already. That's all." Grass-star shrugged, and Wood bowed him head.
"I would like to join your clan. I want to prove to StarClan this ratty old thing is not a coward anymore. I wish to serve you until my dying breath, but not as a warrior, as a medicine cat." Wood murmured, and Grass-star nodded.
"Very well. But first, let's check up on Britzle." Grass-star mewed, and gestured for them all to follow. Britzle was busy feeding her kits.
"Hello, Wood, Anot, Grass-star, and Weaselmask. We are going to give five of my kits to a mother who can't give birth to kits. She never had one survive long, and they might be just what she and her mate needs. She lives in the twoleg nest to the right of the battle alley. Take these five."
She separated five kits from the other two, and each cat took a kit, and they slowly walked toward thunderpath.
Weaselmask went first, and made it across, with Anot right behind her. Jessi quickly dodged around a monster that was asleep, and ran across thunderpath and began panting with the precious bundle in her mouth. The kits squeaked and squirmed, but they had to keep holding them. Wood was a bit more hesitant to follow, and as soon as two more monsters roared past, he ran for it.
He almost got plowed by a monster but he managed to make it over to the other side. It was Grass-star's turn now, and he slowly placed each paw on the side of the thunderpath, and then he lunged across it, and rolled on the light grey stone.
"Stop jumpigh ovr fings!" Weaselmask hissed through a mouthful of the kit's scruff. Grass-star rolled his eyes, and Jessi flicked her tail toward the twoleg nest.
Weaselmask saw Sparse laying down outside of her twoleg nest of a soft bed, seeming to be made out of sheep's wool. Sparse squealed when she saw the kits, and shot up.
"Oh my such adorable things!" She ran toward them, her bell on her neck ringing. "Jessi! Pleasure to see you again. Who are these for?" Sparse asked, and Jessi sat down.
"Tes' fur yew." Jessi placed down the kit she was holding, and it squeaked loudly. Sparse gasped, and looked at Jessi.
"Are these your kits, hon? Oh my! Weasel you're here! I haven't seen ya in ages, darling." Sparse mewed, and Jessi shook her head.
"Britzle is giving you all her kits except two because she had seven. Take them!" Jessi mewed, and Sparse tilted her head.
"Poor lass is giving up her kits for me? Oh my! I will be forever grateful. Give her my thanks! Thank you guys too!" Sparse sat in her bed, and Jessi put the kit she was carrying in the soft woolly bed for her.
The rest of the cats gave her the kits, and they all began to squirm at her stomach.
"These are the cutest kits I've ever laid my eyes on. Thank you, all of you." Sparse whispered, looking at her kits sideways with loving eyes.
Jessi nodded and padded down, and they went back to Britzle.
"So I was wondering, plant-tom, if y'all let me stay in your clan?" Jessi asked, and Anot looked shocked.
"Mother! You want to stay with them?" Anot asked, and Jessi nodded.
"Why not?" She rested her head on the dark grey tom's head, and licked it.
"I really would like to. Plus, you have everyone in the battle alley to care for-" Jessi mewed, but was cut off by Grass-star.
"You can only come if Anot wants to. Nobody is going to be abandoning anyone here." Grass-star mewed with a levelheaded voice, and guided them toward Britzle.
"I'd love to come, it would be my pleasure." Anot mewed, and dipped his head. Jessi purred.
"I guess I still have a medicine cat apprentice! How wonderful." Wood sighed, and flicked Anot with his tail.
"You'll be my apprentice still, right?" Wood mewed, and Anot nodded.
"Why wouldn't I be?" Anot said incredulously, and Grass-star sat by Britzle.
"We... Uh, we are leaving. We're going to the forest, Britzle. That will be their new home. Will you be okay by yourself?" Grass-star asked, and Britzle looked at him.
"I can't really fend for myself with kits. I'd like to come." Britzle said, and picked up one of her sleeping kits.
"Will you let me?" She asked, and Grass-star nodded.
"Yes! Of course. Jessi, her other kit. Then let's get moving." Jessi picked up the remaining kit, and they walked together toward the forest.
Weaselmask and Anot helped Britzle climb the fencing, and when they got over they padded toward the forest.
Then, they got to the tough part. The thunderpath. It seemed so much busier today than normal, with monsters thundering by at incredible speed. A squirrel tried to cross the thunderpath, and a monster boomed past and ran it over.
The group flinched when they saw this, and Grass-star gently reached for Britzle's kit. "I think I should carry it until we get across." Grass-star said thoughtfully, and Britzle nodded.
"Of course." Britzle dipped her head, and Anot sped across the thunderpath first. Two monsters followed, and then Wood came after him a bit slower, but he made it across. Weaselmask followed, then Jessi, and then Britzle.
Grass-star carefully made his way across thunderpath, but then he saw a monster coming at full speed. It yowled loudly, a ear splitting honking sound, and Grass-star chucked the kit he was holding onto the grassy area. Luckily, Anot caught it before it hit the ground. The monster roared again and swerved, hitting a tree.
Grass-star looked over at the monster, who was now on fire. Its twoleg hopped out and started waving its ugly hairless paws at the smoke and flames, and Grass-star scoffed.
Dumb twoleg! Trying to go into the fire?
Suddenly, something unexpected happened. The monster exploded into many different colours of red, orange, and yellow, and smoke went everywhere. Grass-star was pushed back at the force, and tumbled onto the grassy side where the forest was.
Grass-star screwed up his eyes, laying down, limp. He could only think, not feel. He heard a loud ringing sound, but that was all he could hear. Smoke filled his nostrils again like the time he had died. He could only feel himself being dragged across the grass. He couldn't take the heat and the sting in his nose from the smoke, so he passed out.
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Awake, my young hero. For your time has come to lead your clan. Awake.
Grass-star woke up, and he felt very wet. His pelt was soaked with water, and he looked around to see all his new clanmates sleeping in some bushes by a river. It was pitch black, he could barely see anything. But then he realized that he was no longer in twolegplace. He was home.
Hey I actually got two chapters out today. Congratulations to me! :)
- Kate The Person Who Likes Killing Things