Rosekit stiffened in her nest, stretching each of her three legs. Tearkit and Breezekit were having their own individual conversation, and Wolfkit, Shellkit's sister, was pacing around the nursery. Rosekit padded up to Wolfkit curiously. "Where's your brother?" She asked, and Wolfkit flicked her tail.
"He left when mama went back to sleep." Wolfkit explained, growling that her brother had went out into the open. Rosekit sneaked along to the barrier in the nursery, and saw a large hole where the sneaky tom must've escaped out of from.
Rosekit herself had never been out of the nursery. She wanted to see Shellkit, so she squirmed out, a bit of her fur getting caught on the hard brambles. She winced at the stinging on her skin, and saw Shellkit peering into Woodline's den. She was amazed at how big the camp was. It was slippery because of some weird substance, probably ice. Hiding behind a bush, and looking at Shellkit's tail, she got ready to pounce on his tail. But a voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Rosekit can't be a warrior." An unfamiliar voice spoke, making her tremble.
"Nonsense, Grass-star! She's fine." A raspy voice growled.
"Rosekit has three legs! She can't be an apprentice or a warrior! She has to be a medicine cat apprentice." Grass-star urged, but a loud huff could be heard.
"I already have Rockpaw to look after! I haven't even given him his medicine cat name yet, and you want me to take on another apprentice? Think about it, Grass-star, three apprentices!" The voice argued, and broke into a coughing fit.
"Woodline, are you okay?" A younger voice spoke, its paws nearing the coughing fit sound.
"I'm fine, just getting old." Woodline explained, and growled again.
"Grass-star, Rosekit will be fine. She will be a normal apprentice."
"She will not be a normal apprentice. I forbid it. I also want you to give Rockpaw his name soon. I think it is time. Stop pushing it back, Woodline. If you won't accept Rosekit as an apprentice when she's six moons, Rockpaw will." The voice was angry, and it came out of the den. A large silver tom with sparkling green eyes. He was handsome! Was that the clan leader she had heard so much about? But he wanted her to be a medicine cat apprentice!
No. I want to be a warrior. I will be true to myself.
She overheard Grass-star once again, talking to himself.
"Rosekit will be a medicine cat apprentice weather she likes it or not."
Rosekit's whole world drowned. She sniffled, and shot out of the bush, catching Shellkit's attention, and ran out of camp.
"Rosekit wait!" Shellkit called, but Rosekit kept going. She wasn't going to come back.
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Had anyone heard or seen her burst out of camp? Glaring over her shoulder, she saw nothing but the fast falling snow, and Shellkit a bit father away, in the distance. She looked back at her path, the snow whipping her face, and tripping on the clumps of it. Her pelt felt heavy now, and her legs were tired. Pushing herself through the rest of the snow, she wheezed, her whole body shaking. She wanted to fall down. But she couldn't. She was in a swirling ball of white, blinded by fear and blinded by the snow itself.
Her whole body was frozen. The snow was hurting now. So was the cold. She could hardly smell anything anymore, except for the unfamiliar scent of other territory. She could still faintly hear her name being called, and looked back again after stopping for a quick rest. Shellkit was still following her! She could see his bright blue eyes, filled with determination. Turning her head around, she sniffed, and could smell something strange. She continued to run, and yelped when she slid down onto ice.
Her legs were sprawled out as she turned in a circle on the ice, hitting the other side of the river bank she had fallen onto. She screwed up her eyes, and then she heard a thud in front of her. Shellkit had caught up, and he was trying to run to her now. She huffed and got up, the snow falling faster now.
Racing across the desolate land, she found herself plowing through a large pile of snow. She stopped for a second, listening to the howling winds, her body shaking. She had hardly been able to run the whole time, but she was getting used to running on three paws. The snow was hard to trudge through, but she really wanted to escape destiny. To escape it all. Looking to the left, she saw a large ginger tom talking to a beautiful but powerful looking tortoiseshell. She didn't want to talk to them, not at all. She continued to limp, her breath coming out in shaky gasps. She felt something touch her pelt, and Shellkit's wonderful dark blue gaze burned into her.
She cried out, "Leave me alone Shellkit! Leave me to die!"
She raced away, and heard Shellkit calling for her still. Picking up speed despite her lack in limbs, she saw Shellkit having trouble on his own. Why was he so determined to catch up to her? She wanted to be alone!
The sky held white and grey, heavy clouds. It was sort of wonderful, looking up at it. Suddenly, she stopped when her paws pounded on something rough and wet. She looked down. Slush was everywhere, and the area smelled foul, like something had died. She could walk easier on it. Squinting to get a better look of things, a roaring thing came her way, making a loud beeping noise. She gasped and tried to run, but her whole world went black, and she felt a bolt of lightning strike her hind leg.
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She woke up in a warm place. She could hear a beeping sound, ringing in her ears. The place smelled sweet, but the sweetness was ruined by the scent of blood. Trying to move around, she shivered, and looked up. A bright light was above her, but it wasn't the sun. Weird objects surrounded the area, and she seemed to be in a weird sort of box. Looking down, she was on something soft and flat. Blood pooled around behind her, and her nose wrinkled up with disgust. She pushed herself forward, and realized something horrid.
Her hind leg was gone.
Yowling, she knew nobody could hear her. Just the beeping noise. Something was restraining her from getting up. She also felt a whole bunch of things attatched to her body, and nose. Her hind leg was now a nub! A nub of what it used to be. Now she only had two legs! Weird soft cobwebs wrapped around her new nub and a bit of her flank, soaking up a lot of the blood. She looked around in awe, her heart pounding in her small chest. Where was she? Warmth drifted up and surrounded her, and it felt nice to be out of the snow.
Something flew open and a large hairless rat walked in, holding a wooden rectangle with something white on it. It reached for her and she hissed at it, trying to move away, but something dug into her body. She screwed up her eyes, hoping this was a nightmare, and she felt the things being plucked out of her body, and she was carried away.
While she was screwing up her eyes, she fell asleep, and woke up in another strange area. Sounds of dogs and cats echoed around her, and she slumped against a tiny enclosed area. Silver webbing locked her in, and the walls had small holes, only enough for her to fit her paw out of. Weird looking food, kind of like rabbit pellets laid in front of her attatched to the silver webbing, and water was in a separate place next to it. What had the hairless rat done to her?
She used her only front paw to make her stand up a bit, and peered through one of the holes in her enclosed space. She saw another enclosed space attatched to it, and a ratty old tabby tom paced around inside of it, muttering to herself. She meowed to it.
"Hello?" She asked, and the tabby's gaze flicked to her. He got closer, making her flinch.
"What's your name, young one?" It asked, and Rosekit opened her mouth slowly to make a reply.
"I-I'm Rosekit. What's your name?" She asked, and the tabby snorted.
"I'm Oddmouth. Also, why's your name so funny?" He grunted, and Rosekit spat.
Her name was not funny! His name sounded like a clan name, she had a clan name!
"I'm a clan cat!" She protested, and the tabby cackled.
"I see. Those vicious wild cats."
"Yeah, but they aren't vicious."
"Keep telling yourself that. Also, I thought they were all dead!"
"Dead?" What did he mean by dead? As far as she knew, her clan had been around for a long time. Or was there something that he knew that she didn't?
"Are you a clan cat?" Rosekit whispered, but the tabby just looked away, his mouth open as if he was scenting something.
"No." He simply replied, and curled up.
Rosekit slowly laid down against her enclosed space, trembling. She just wanted to go home. Oh why, why had she ran away? Did her clan even know she was gone in this wretched place?
Sorry for the short chapter! Also, poor Rosekit is missing her hind leg now. Now she only has two! :(
This part of 'The Creation of a Warrior' has been adapted from one of the roleplays I've done with a friend.
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